He tapped Gene’s arm and showed him. When he did, the man looked concerned.
“Now I feel bad for pressuring him. Clearly, he’s not ready. I already said this, but tell him yeah, they can come. We don’t mind. We’ll be safe. We’re only hitting upDark Spirits. What the hell could happen?”
Ethan rattled the things off.
“We get haunted. Possessed. We get abducted. We fall into another mess. A woman hits on me. A woman hits on you. Two drunks start a fight, and those two drunks are us. Oh, and how about that’s the den of killers and we are stupid enough to walk in with dumbass grins on our faces?”
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
It wasn’t like he was wrong on any of those things. In their world, pretty much any of that particular list was possible.
“Someone’s far calmer now,” Gene said. “I shouldn’t have let you cum. Now you’re not spicy and angsty.”
He laughed.
“I’m not calm,” he admitted, as they approached their car, and opened the doors. “I’m just good at hiding it.”
When they sat down, that’s when Gene’s radar went off, and Ethan’s too. They both smelled a foreign smell in the car.
They’d left the windows down because it was hot as fuck, and it was crystal clear that someone was waiting for them.
They both pulled their guns, and turned around. Only, they didn’t get to say anything. They both felt the touch of cold steel against the back of their skulls from someone on each side of the car.
Well, shit.
They should have looked in the back seat, or locked up their damn rental.
The man in the seat warned them.
“I wouldn’t put your finger on that trigger. My friends here don’t want to splatter your brains all over the inside of the car, but they will. For now, you’re going to drive. The boss wants to see you.”
Oh, shit.
That couldn’t be good.
For them.
Because they doubted‘the boss’was Gabe.
Funny how they’d rather be meeting with him for interrogation than this situation.
Son.
Of.
A.
Bitch.
They’d done fucked up.
Good.
Chapter Seventeen
