The round face, same receding hairline, similar sunken eyes…They’re goddamn related.Brothers, I’d say.
“How long?” he asks.
Pocky turns to look at Dead-Eyes for an answer, which draws Davis’s attention to me. His eyes widen to the point they’re damn near not sunken anymore, and he visibly panics, hands moving for the door behind him, feet shuffling on the spot. “What the hell, Pits?”Well, that figures.“What have you got her for?”
“Caught her snooping around.”
“How could I be snooping when I didn’t know you were here?” I snap back.Fucker blaming me as though he’s the goddamn victim…
“You know who she is, right?”
Pits opens his mouth to answer, yet Medicine Man beats him to it, snapping his fingers as he exclaims, “Blue Babylon! I knew I recognized you.”
Sneak groans, head hanging even lower between his shoulders.
“Blue what?” Davis’s face scrunches as though the bikers have gone mad.
“Fuckin’ Sneak jerks off to her on OnlyFans all the time,” Medicine Man continues.
I ponder how hard it might be to cut out a man’s tongue.
“She doesn’t look it now,” he says, frowning at my loose pants and T-shirt, “but she’s got a bangin’ body under all that.”
“Is that so?” Pits says, regarding me with a whole new level of unwelcome interest. “Is she any good at it?”
“Of course, she’s good at it,” Sneak bites, unaware of the hole that he digs me.
“You can’t,” Davis argues, attempting to reason with his brother. “She’s off limits.”
“From what?” I say.
If they’re going to talk about me, in front of me, the least they can do is include me in whatever decision they’re about to make.
“You, my little happenstance,” Pits leers, running a finger under my chin, “are about to make me a lot of money.”
I smile and then spit in his face.
TWENTY-THREE
JINX
Where the fuck is she?And why the fuck won’t she answer her phone? I step out of the municipal building and into the sunshine, a sweat already forming, although not from the heat of the day. I look right, up the street, but it makes no sense for her to have gone that way. There’s barely a handful of houses before the street turns back toward the industrial area that borders the river. And if I didn’t see her walking home on the way through town, then maybe she’s not here at all?
Perhaps she got in someone’s car? Asked a friend to pick her up.
Although she never mentioned reconnecting with anyone since she got back. And as far as I know, she doesn’t have her own car. The explanation doesn’t seem plausible.
I tug out my phone and take a seat on the council steps to call Vanessa.
“Hey,” she answers. “What’s up?”
“Has Kyra been in the cafe in the last fifteen minutes or so?”
“No. I haven’t seen her since she left after lunch. Why?”
I catch the sound of the till in the background, Ness dealing with a customer as well as the call.
“No worry. I’ll let you get back to work. Just call me if she does.”
