Alex’s reflexes our quicker than mine, because by the time I’ve taken a step she’s on top of Rebecca and holding her by the collar of her robe. “Now listen here, you dumb bitch,” she growls in Rebecca’s face. “Tell us where Becca is, what her father’s name is, and I might let you live. If you don’t, I’ll get Johnny here to knock you out and drag you to your bathtub so I can dismember you without making a mess. Then I’ll throw the pieces of you in the trash where homophobic child abusing pieces of shit like you belong.”
Rebecca’s eyes bug out and her mouth moves, but she doesn’t seem able to talk.
“Nah,” I say. “My great Uncle John owns a farm with pigs. I’m sure they’d love a taste of a homophobic child abusing piece of shit. Plus, virtually no evidence that way.”
Alex drops Rebecca to the couch. “Good thinking. What do you think? Should I count to ten and if she doesn’t tell us, you can knock her out? It’s getting kind of late. I need to get home to cook dinner.”
“Yeah, that sounds fair.”
“One…”
“You can’t do this,” Rebecca stammers.
“Two…”
“But…but…”
“Three…”
“Okay, fine. Her father’s name is Patrick Johnson, and he lives in Las Vegas. She said she was planning to go for a visit soon so she probably went there.”
“Do you have his phone number?” I ask.
She glares at me and shakes her head. “You two can leave now.”
I look at Alex and give her a nod. She grins, winds up, and spins, throwing a punch with all of her weight behind, knocking Rebecca out.
“Impressive,” I say. “You really want me to drag her to the bathtub.”
She shakes out her hand, opening and closing it to work off the pain. “Nah,” she says with a chuckle. “I didn’t even bring my knives.”
I go to Rebecca and roll her onto her side on the couch. She’s a garbage human being, and we were just talking about dismembering her and feeding her to my uncle’s pigs, but I still don’t want her to choke to death on her own vomit.
“Ready?”
“You bet,” Alex says. “We don’t have much time. I have a plan.”
We drive back to Alex and Connor’s place and get to work. We find a listing for all the people named Patrick Johnson with listed phone numbers i Las Vegas, and another for all the ones named Silas Mathews. Alex gets the listings printed off and I call everyone to come over and help.
Pretty soon we have the two of us, plus Connor, Devon, Xena, and Gran here to help. Everyone else is either busy or not answering. It will be fine though. We only have seventy-five numbers to call, so with six of us, it should go quickly. Plus, maybe we’ll get lucky and it will be one of the first calls we make.
