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It reminds me.
I owe somebody.
I owe Blue.
I don’t want her to be part of this life.
But there’s nothing else I can do.
I should never have brought her here.
“I’m going to need another favor from you tomorrow.”
He glares over at me. “Oh, because this one isn’t fucked-up enough? What do you need tomorrow? For me to rob a bank or something? Are we on a crime spree?”
If I wasn’t staring at my father’s dead body, I’d laugh.
“I need you to pick up my truck from someone. A woman named Blue. You have to call her that. She’ll understand. And when you get my truck, I need you to give her ten thousand dollars.”
“Ten thousand?” He cusses under his breath. “What is she doing? Holding the truck hostage?”
I shake my head.
“Just do it for me. She works at Myth. You’ll find her there. She has blue hair and dances on the second floor.”
“Why the fuck can’t you do it?”
I close my eyes, hold them shut for a few seconds to block out everything, then open them.
“Because I have a feeling the guys won’t let me out of their sight tomorrow. And they can’t know about her either.”
Turning to face me fully, Priest plants his feet at shoulder width.
“Are you living a double life or something? Do we need to have a little talk about this?”
I’m staring at the body and can’t pull my eyes away to look at him.
“Just tell me you’ll do it.”
“Fine. Yeah, I’ll handle it. But first, let’s deal with this shitshow.”
More silence falls between us.
Priest shakes his head.
“Man, he’s so fucked-up, it’s going to be hard to stage something. Are we sure he won’t fall apart when we move him? What do we do with all the extra … bits … that flung off?”
“You’re the best when it comes to destroying cars. That’s why I called you.”
Pausing, I think back. “He was drunk as fuck when he got here. His blood alcohol level must be through the roof.”
“Then we’ll need to get this shit done before all thatblood alcoholleaks out of him onto your floor.”
I nod my head, barely retaining my desperate grasp on reality. This all feels like a dream I can’t escape.
“Damon, man. Are you okay?”
I brush off his concern. “I’m fine. We just need to get this done. If Ezra comes home—“
