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Bones came out of the bathroom and began stacking crates close to the doorway so Jennings could grab them quicker. At one point, both Weasel and Bones were in the other room, leaving Jennings alone with the woman.
He couldn’t let her see what he was about to do, but he moved to the window and flipped open a slat to peer out at the blackness outside. The recording device that was no larger than one of the pimples on Weasel’s face slid off Jennings’s finger and adhered to the vinyl.
The woman said nothing about him peeking outside but continued to shoot him worried glances.
He hated seeing any woman in a state of mind like this. It happened at the club all the time, but those women chose that life. This one didn’t seem to be in the same league as them.
He longed to put her at ease, but what was there to say?
When both coffins were filled to the point of overflowing, Weasel shut both lids and latched them. “Gimme a hand.” He set his hands on top of the coffin.
Jennings did the same, and they pushed it toward yet another door. Weasel opened it to reveal the dark parking lot and a waiting hearse. The engine was running and the back was open like a black yawning mouth, ready to receive the coffin.
* * * * *
Wren’s eyes wanted to slide shut. Fatigue crashed over her like an ocean wave striking a cliff. Inside, she was shaking with fear even as she felt numb to the world.
Viper had dragged her on several stops and left her locked in the car before forcing her into the church. The heavy silence and the dim lighting didn’t help her fatigue. At this point, she’d been awake about twenty hours and even curling up in the corner next to the coffins sounded good about now.
Could this day get any longer? She’d listened to her kid brother babble about a murder. She’d driven him to rehab. Now she was watching men from the renowned biker gang, the Disciples, load drugs into—of all things—a coffin.
She didn’t care what she saw at this point. All she wanted was sleep.
You wanted to be a doctor. Doctors stay awake for long stretches of time.
After the guys pushed the coffins out the door, she was left all alone in the room.
This was her chance.
She ran to one door and found it locked. Then she ran to the other and jiggled the locked handle, a cry of frustration boiling in her throat.
She looked around frantically. There was no other way out.
Might as well join them.
With no other options, she sank to a metal chair and waited for whatever came next.
The silence worked under her skin. Her eyes slipped shut but opened again immediately.
Her head dropped and she caught herself drifting off.
She got up to pace, unwilling to let her guard drop.
The door opened, and Viper walked in.
She scrambled to her feet. “Why am I here?” she demanded.
“You already know too much.”
“That’s on you. You brought me here. But yes, I know too much about what my brother claims to have seen,” she bit off.
Viper’s small eyes slit even more. “Stop asking questions.”
“I want to leave.” She gave him her haughtiest look.
The corners of his lips twitched.
Oh, god. His amusement over her attempt to gain some grip on control wasjustas frightening as seeing that blood all over her brother.
