He had a point.
I sighed. “Okay, sorry. I should have told one of you.” I handed him my notepad and pen. “Do you mind taking notes?”
“Fuck,” he breathed out. “I shoulda sent Otter.”
I laughed. “Let that be a lesson to ya.”
For the next twenty minutes, Ozzy dutifully took down a list of everything we needed in our ‘coffers’ in case we were forced to go into hiding.
The basement of our compound had been fortified as a safe house should anyone breach the walls and manage to get in. Doubtful, but if they did, the basement was bomb proof and had three secret exits that spit you out into various areas around the property where vehicles were stashed for a quick getaway.
“I think that’s good,” I said to Ozzy. “I’ll get with Willow and figure out what we’ll need food-wise.”
“Okay, babe,” he said, handing me the notepad and following me back up the stairs.
Willow was already in the kitchen moving cans and jars from the walk-in pantry to cabinets around the room. “Oh, hey,” she said. “I finally got Alfie down, so I got started.”
“Otter!” Ozzy bellowed and Otter walked into the room.
“Yeah, brother?”
“Help Willow move shit around.”
Otter smiled. “I’m at your disposal.”
“Thanks,” she said. “Liv, I started a list. It’s over there,” she said, nodding to the counter next to the fridge.
I grabbed the list while Willow showed Otter what she needed moved, and we worked in tandem like the well-oiled machine we’d become, finishing just as Lyric and Doom arrived with Sterling.
“Sorry we’re late,” Lyric said, breezing into the room. “I kept adding stuff to our bags.”
Willow smiled. “There’s always something you forget when you have a new baby.”
“Seriously,” she breathed out. “I’ll just put him down for his nap, then I’m all yours.”
“Sounds good,” I said, and Lyric headed upstairs.
* * *
Doc
Rabbit hacked intoa few of the cameras around the industrial area just outside of Savannah, and he and I watched from our position in the back of a buddy’s shop near where Sugar Bear and some of the Spiders were holed up.
“And you’re sure he’s in there?” I asked.
Rabbit nodded as he scrubbed through the time-stamped footage. “Yeah. Looks like he’s been in that cabinet shop for over three hours.”
“How many Spiders are in there with him?” I asked.
“Five or six, best I can tell,” he replied.
“Good. We should be okay as long as Sugar Bear doesn’t have a secret army stashed inside.”
“What’s the move?” Rabbit asked.
“I’m thinkin’ it’s time we roll out the welcome wagon,” I replied.
Rabbit smiled. “Aren’twethe visitors?”
