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I think maybe he’s right because I got no comeback.
Joker heads down first, followed by me and then Reaper, who closes the hatch behind us. Light floods the room as I flick on the switch. This place is our enemy’s worst nightmare. There are a couple of cells down here, a chair or two, chains, pliers, saws, a flame thrower, and anything else we might need to have a convo. Even a drain for blood and an incinerator. It smells like a funeral down here.
Reaper reads my mind. “Fuck, it stinks.”
“No shit Sherlock,” I snap. I’m fuckin’ pissed now, but mostly at myself for gettin’ so distracted by Evanee. Still, it’s Evanee, so how could I resist?
We make our way to the cell that Reaper and Joker put Dino in and find him slumped against the wall. Can’t be sure he’s dead, but him being down here almost a week without a toilet or shower, it fuckin’ reeks.
Joker presses up against the bars. “How long you think he’s been like this?”
“Maybe he’s sleeping,” Reaper adds unhelpfully.
Joker bangs on the bars. “Hey fuckface! Wake up!”
“He isn’t movin’,” Reaper again. He hardly ever gets drunk and now I know why. He gets embarrassingly stupid.
“Of course, he fuckin’ ain’t moving.” I scowl. “He’s dead.”
Joker presses his lips together. “Hangman’s not gonna like this.”
Reaper’s fumbling with the key, trying to fit it into the lock. “Well, Trig’s gonna be telling him. It’s his fuckin’ problem.”
I yank the key out of Reaper’s hand and slide it into the lock. “A Blackbeard problem is everyone’s problem!”
Joker bangs the door open and staggers inside. “Hey, asshole, wake up!” He gives Dino a kick.
Dino slumps over onto his side, then slides to his back face up.
“He’s dead,” Reaper announces like we needed to be told.
“He don’t smell dead,” Joker observes despite wrinkling his nose.
“Maybe he just died,” I suggest.
“That’s probably true,” the VP agrees. “You can live longer without food than water and bodies decompose slower in the cold.” He shivers. “Freezin’ down here.”
Reaper turns to Joker. “How the fuck do you know that shit?”
“It’s criminal 101, asshole,” Joker replies. “Didn’t you go to school?”
Reaper glares at him and I think I’m gonna have to break up a fight. “None of this shit matters except we got a fuckin’ dead Blackbeard on our hands and Hangman’s not gonna be happy.”
“Let’s not tell him tonight,” Joker suggests.
“Yeah,” Reaper nods. “Dino here ain’t gonna get any deader than he already is.”
I’m on board with waitin’ because when Hangman finds out, he’s gonna go postal.
We lock the cell up again overlookin’ the fact that it’s no longer necessary, then close up the Chamber and rejoin the party.
Almost before I’m in the clubhouse, Evanee’s beside me. “Let’s go home, lover,” she says, her breath hot on my ear. “I want a little ‘you’ time.”
I immediately forget about Dino. “I’m gonna make you eat those words, baby.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
Evanee
