“Pops Waller?”
“Nah, Pops Dixon.”
“Yeah, retired a few years back,” I said.
“That’s right,” Razor confirmed. “Retired to a hog farm about thirty miles from here.”
“A hog farm?” I asked.
“Yeah, I guess it was a family business that went way back. I drove a U-Haul for him when he and his old lady moved out here,” Razor said. “Funny thing about those hogs is they’ll eat anything. And I mean,” he motioned toward the building with Cyrus’s corpse, “anything.”
“Alright, let’s get the body wrapped up and into your truck. I’ll take my sister back to the hotel.” I turned to Huck. “You take care of your shit, got it?”
He nodded. “Got it.”
Once we took care of Cyrus, I drove Daisy back to the motel and then called Teagan while my sister was in the shower.
Teagan
“ARE YOU SAFE?” I demanded the second I saw Cash’s name pop up on my screen. I made my way down the hall and slipped into the bunkroom.
“Yeah, baby. Everyone’s safe. Daisy’s a little beat up, but she’s good. She’s in the shower. Are you okay?”
I let out a sigh of relief. “I’m okay now that I know you’re okay. Hatch, Booker, and Flea are headed your way.”
“I know. Dad texted.”
Tears streamed freely down my face. “Does that mean you can come home now?”
“Yeah, baby, soon.”
“Are you bringing Daisy with you?”
“Not sure.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Well, if she doesn’t want to come back with you, don’t argue with her.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean,” I pressed. “If she wants to stay with Huck, do not give her any grief.”
“Teagan—”
“Cash, seriously. If anything like that happened to me, you would be the only one I’d want. Not my dad, not Gray,notmy sisters, not even my mom. You.”
He sighed. “I’ll take that into consideration.”
“That means bupkis,” I sassed.
“It means, I’ll think about it.”
“Mm-hmm. Bup… kis.”
“Someone’s knocking on my door, I gotta go.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
