Aaron rolls his eyes as Flint holds me back.
“What can we do for you, Mr. Troutwine,” Aaron questions our guest.
“I heard you might be here,” Virgil begins. “And I came to confess.”
“Serial confessor!” I laugh. “There’s always one in every crowd.”
“But I did it!” Virgil the Troll Doll insists. “I did.”
“We appreciate you coming Mr…” Aaron tries to steer the conversation elsewhere.
I’m having none of it. “If you did do the doing that did got done, Vir-JILL, how did the doing that you did do them in?”
Virgil blinks at my fantastic attempt at a tongue-twister. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean to.”
“Sure,” I blow him a raspberry. Some of my finest work, I think. “Accident, schmaccident. You still didn’t get to the howzy-how-how-how part.”
“Well,” Virgil scratches his head. “I’m not quite sure.”
“Pffft. If you’re not able to raise your hand if you’re SURE, how do you know you killed anyone?”
He shrugs.
I wave him off. “Ho gome. Sorry. HO GOME. Damn, that’s not right. Fucking gin is making my mouth not work right.”
Flint watches me with amusement in his big stupid eyes. I elbow him in the ribs. Damn it. He’s made of reinforced concrete too.
“C’mon, Mr. Troutwine,” Aaron turns Virgil toward the door. “Maybe it is time that you go home. Get some rest. If you think of anything else, here’s my card. Give me a call, and we’ll talk about it, alright?”
Virgil holds Aaron’s business card like it’s something precious, slides it into his high-water pants, then leaves.
A look passes between Aaron and Flint.
“What?” I scowl at both of them.
“You’re, uh, not going to like this next part,” Aaron grins at me.
The next thing I know, I’m watching the world upside down again. This time over Flint’s shoulder. And while he has a spectacular back and ass, I’m pretty sure my sister wouldn’t appreciate me ogling her husband.
I clamp my hand over my face. “My eyes!”
Aaron’s in my face in a split-second. “What about your eyes? Is it the explosion?”
I snort-laugh. “YES! An explosion of a Rock-sized ass in my face.”
“Jesus, Camellia,” Aaron steps away from Flint when he realizes he’s also staring at my brother-in-law’s ass.
“Where are we going?” I punch - ortry topunch - Flint in the kidney. He simply laughs as if a mosquito is buzzing around him.
“Someplace safe, sis,” Flint answers as he stalks to his SUV, tossing me in the backseat and shutting the door. When I try to escape, to get back to Mr. Patron inside, I realize I’m in the backseat of one of those SUVs with child-proof locks. I can’t open the door. And by the time I figure out I could climb into the front seat and make my way out of the passenger door, it’s too late. Flint is behind the wheel, driving us to Legacy Lakes.
I’m so pissed. I make aggressive eye contact with him in the rearview mirror. This only makes him laugh harder at me.
“Laugh it up, you big bully,” I warn. “There will come a time when payback is a bitch.”
He laughs harder. “Oh, I’m looking forward to it, little Cam.”
