"I don't think they would have believed me," she whispered. "If they had, he would have paid someone to let him go. The cops, the courts…"
"Exactly," I said. "He would have gotten away with it. Around here, we don't like people like that."
"We really don’t," Boner agreed loudly. "People like that suck."
Sable pulled back far enough to look me in the face. "What are you saying?"
"He's saying there are people who deal with bad people because the courts can't," Harlow said. "Wolfgang was on our radar. Archer and I had a date night, dealing with him."
"I see. Well…thank you," Sable said. She looked thoughtful for a moment before asking, "What can I do?"
Now we were all staring at her.
She stared back, glancing around at all of us. "I want to help. What can I do? I know I'm not the only one who goes through…things." Her gaze swung back to me. "You're okay with all of this?"
Hoping like hell I wouldn't freak her out, I nodded.
"I'm not just okay with this. Leif and I, we do the same thing Harlow and her men do."
She blinked a few times. "You kill people?"
"Hell yeah we do," Woody said, completely unashamed.
She smirked at him. "Yeah, I know you do. At least youtry."
"I'll try harder next time," he said, half-sneering.
She flipped him off.
I had to admit, the woman had guts.
"You will not kill Sable," I told him. "You understand she did nothing to your father?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Woody gave her a long look before pushing the chair away and stalking out of the restaurant.
"He really needs therapy," Leif remarked.
I murmured my agreement.
"I thought I had daddy issues," Boner said. "Mine are nothing on his. Of course, I resolved mine by killing my father. Asshole deserved it."
He grinned and adjusted his blond man bun.
"You think you could kill someone?" I asked Sable.
"I… I don't know," she said. "When I saw what they did to Wolfgang, I felt…" she searched for the right words. "Relieved. I wasn't scared or anything. When I saw him like that, part of me wished I'd done it. If there was a knife there, I would have, I don't know…"
"Carved a dick and balls into his skin?" Boner suggested.
She actually laughed. "Now I really wish I'd had a knife."
He grinned. "I like this woman. I vote she should help out."
"If she's helping anyone, she's helpingus," I told him.
He raised his hands to either side placatingly. "Hey, we're all on the same team here."
Of course we were, but if we were dragging Sable into this, it was me who'd walk beside her and hold her hand.
