“It’sCandy,” the woman hisses.
“Yes.”I roll my eyes.“Because I really care what your name is.”
“Come on, Candy,” Tom mutters, looking uneasy and grabbing the woman’s arm.“Let’s just go.I told you this was a bad idea.”
Candy shakes off his grip.“No.You promised me a trip.I’m getting our money.”
“You mean my money, you little freak,” Megan spits out.
“You gave it to him!It’s his!”Candy shrieks.
“Yeah,” Megan’s upper lips curls in disdain.“That’s not how it works, honey.He cheated on me and broke up with me.I took my money back.”
“It’s his money!”Candy screams out, waving the iron.
Before it can catch Megan in the face, I slam my bat against the tire iron mid-strike, forcing the woman to let go of it and sending it clattering to the ground.She scrambles to get it, but I kick it behind me.“I don’t think so.”
“This isn’t your fucking business!”Candy tries to shove me, but I put the bat between us, pointed at her chest.
“Yeah, well, I just made it my business.I’m rude like that.Back off, Candyland, before I break your nose.”
When Candy darts towards Megan, Iris blocks her path with a frown.“Try me.”
Tom pulls her back and looks uncertain.“Look, we just want the cards, Megan.You’re fucking loaded.You won’t miss a few grand.”
“No.”Megan crosses her arms over her chest.“And I’m going to be going to the police about my new car that you just wrecked.My big brother bought it for me, and you ruined it.He’s going to have your asses, or the police will.Whoever gets to you first.”
I can see from Candy’s eyes, she’s nowhere near done, but Tom’s the weak link.His face goes pale, and I interject, “They’re on their way, Megan.I called Caleb when I saw you.They should be here in five minutes.”
“Fuck,” Tom is beginning to sweat.“Let’s go, Candy!”
“No!”She struggles in his hold.“I want my fucking money!You ugly bitch!He cheated on you because he said fucking you was like fucking a cold dead fish!”
Instead of being insulted, Megan plays her fingers through her short hair.“Has some experience in that, does he?”
Tom flushes.“I don’t?—”
“I don’t care where you stick your dick, Tom.It’s not my fucking business.My money is.I’m going to get my money back one way or another.Even if I have to harvest your organs for it.”
Iris flinches at the ruthless threat, and Tom steps back.“T-that’s illegal.”
“So is smashing up someone’s car and stealing,” Megan shrugs.“That didn’t stop you, did it?”
“They stole from you, too?”I question.
“He took out money with one of my debit cards before I could cancel it,” Megan says calmly.“Six grand.”
“Come on, Candy!”Tom begins dragging her into the bar while she struggles.Megan waves her fingers at them.“My lawyer will call you, Tom!”
The door slams shut behind them, and for a moment, there’s silence.Then Iris asks slowly, “You aren’t actually going to harvest their?—”
“Oh, god, no.”Megan gives her a mildly disgusted look.“I hate the sight of blood.”She looks towards her car, sighing heavily.“And that was brand new.”
“You okay?”I ask her, concerned.
“Yeah.”She grins at me.“They lured me here, and then the crazy bitch went to town on my car.Ethan’s going to be so mad.His insurance is going to go up.”
I shake my head at her urgently, but Iris has already heard.“Ethan?Ethan Wilder is your brother?”Her eyes narrow at Megan.“Megan Wilder,” Iris repeats slowly, like she’s testing the name on her tongue.Her gaze bounces between Megan and me, and I can practically see the wheels turning.“But you said she was Caleb’s sister.”
