Welsh snorted.“I take it he wouldn’t take no for an answer?”
Rhyne removed the blood bags from the insulated interior and set them on a shelf inside the fridge.“He also had a gun, so I taught him a lesson.”
“Ah.”Sliding over, the man peered inside.“What kind did we get tonight?”
Rhyne grunted.“Let’s see.O pos, O pos, AB pos, B neg?—”
“Dibs on the B neg!”Welsh called out.“Any more negative blood?”
“Here’s an AB neg.”He held up the bag.
Welsh made a disgusted face and shook his head.“Nothing with A.A gives me heartburn.Any O neg?”
“Umm, no.”
“Awright.I’ll take a couple of the Os.”
Tossing the last bag inside, Rhyne closed the door and placed the backpack on the floor in its usual spot.“What’s for supper?”
“Leftovers.That’s why I’m fixing me a sandwich.”
They heard the sound of the front door being unlocked, and the third member of their little group joined them.
“Holy moly!Did somebody take a bath at a beer hall tonight?”Nash exclaimed as he strode into the kitchen.
“I had to convince a drunk meth head that trying to rob me of my backpack wasn’t a good idea,” Rhyne grumbled.
“He also had a gun,” Welsh informed him.
“Is he still alive?”Nash asked, earning a snort from Rhyne.That alone was the man’s answer.They did their best not to kill anyone.Doing so would bring down the full force of law enforcement, and murder had no statute of limitation.But leaving the guy as he had, alive but injured, , would not.And considering the odds that the cops were probably already well-familiar with the guy, the chances of them believing the guy’s story—whatever it may end up being—had a less than zero chance of succeeding.
“What’s for supper?”Nash inquired, checking the contents of the fridge.
“Leftovers,” Rhyne and Welsh chorused.
“I’m in the mood for pizza.Anyone wanna go in with me?”
“As long as you keep the mushrooms on your side, I’m in,” Rhyne declared.
“I could go for a pizza,” Welsh admitted.
“Okayyy.”Pulling his phone from his pocket, he started to place the call when he got an irritated look on his face.“Shit.I got less than two minutes left, and I don’t have an extra phone card with me.”
“Here.Use mine.”Rhyne tossed him his disposable.While the man made the call, he started to close the refrigerator when his gaze fell upon the AB negative blood bag.It had been how long?How many years?Since he last tasted AB.The majority of what they drank was O, mostly positive but sometimes negative.A and B every once in a while.But AB was not so common.And AB negative was…
“I wonder what percentage of the human population has that blood type?Not that many, I’d guess.”
“Twenty-five minutes?Thanks.”Nash ended the conversation and handed Rhyne’s phone back to him.“I ordered the extra-large.You two owe me ten bucks each.”
“Thirty bucks for a pizza?”Welsh exclaimed.
Nash shrugged.“Add in the delivery charge and the tip…”
Rhyne snorted.“That’s why we don’t order pizza that often, in case you guys forgot.”
“Well, I’m gonna have me a little snack before dinner gets here,” Nash remarked.“Rhyne, hand me that B neg.”
Grinning, Rhyne snagged the AB neg and stepped back.“Get it yourself.”
