When we arrived at The Stinky Dog, Kalani’s truck was parked in the lot with a few other vehicles, but it was the absence of emergency vehicles that gave me a sense of relief.
The guys went inside to get a table and see what was going on, while Slit and I went around to the back. He waited in the truck while I got out and walked in through the unlocked back door. Fucking Kalani. What appeared to be a lack of self-preservation and situational awareness was probably her way of helping Ashley help Kalani kill her.
Fuck. Now I’m thinking like her.
I found Kalani in the break room, sound asleep in one of the chairs. At least, I thought she was until her eyes popped open the moment I stepped into the room. Raising my index finger to my lips, I waited for her to nod before I mouthed, “Out the back.”
She nodded and grabbed her phone as she stood. I wanted to ask her why the fuck she wasn’t answering texts or calls when her phone was right beside her, but it would have to wait until after Kalani and Ashley were a safe distance apart.
Slipping out the back, we got into the truck without being noticed.
“Where are we going?” Kalani asked as Slit pulled out of the parking lot.
“Your house,” I answered.
“What? Why? I still have the rest of my shift to finish.”
“You’d know why if you had answered your texts.”
She pulled out her phone and looked at the screen. “Aw, were you worried about me?” she teased.
“Yes, you little deviant, I was,” I admitted. “Now, shut the fuck up and listen. Everly is going to ask Cookie about me. Cookie’s gonna tell her I went to your house because you’re home sick. We’re gonna sit at your house and wait for Ashley to show up.”
“Don’t tease me.”
“You can’t kill her.”
“Why not?” she whined. “It’s my house.”
“You can’t kill her at your house. Better?”
“So Icankill her?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’tnotsay it.”
“Fuck!” Slit blurted. “Just tell her she can kill her later.”
“Fine. You can kill her later,” I said flatly.
“Oh! You do love me!” Kalani said gleefully and clapped her hands. “Ah! I’m so excited. Plans! I have to make plans!”
“What have you done?” Slit asked.
“Me? I said she couldn’t kill her. You’re the one who suggested letting her kill her later.”
“I want out of this truck,” Slit said. “No. I want one or both of you out.”
“Come on. Don’t spoil this for me,” Kalani pleaded. “How often does your penis pal bring you a bitch to kill?”
“Do not ever call me your penis pal again,” I said. “Ever.”
“Phallic friend?”
“I will stop this truck and make you walk,” Slit threatened.
“Go ahead.” Kalani pointed. “That’s my driveway.”
