know... the shock and everything.”
“So I’m going to go out and check on the chickens,” the man said.
“You guys have chickens?” I said. “That’s awesome. I’d love to see them.”
“Just shut up, already,” the woman said.
“Maybe I should wait outside.”
“Good idea. Mike... take her outside.”
“But I have to check on the chickens,” the man said. “I need to make sure they’re safe.”
“I can see myself out,” I said.
“No one cares about the goddamn chickens,” the woman said. “I hope they eat every last one of those filthy, stinking birds.”
“You don’t like chickens,” I said. “I can see that.”
She was sweating and her face was changing; the caked-on makeup was running a little, and I could see what was underneath. A scar that ran from the edge of her lips up to her right temple. You’d expect to see old stitches scarring around it, like some kind of Frankenstein’s monster cross-stitch... but it was just a gash, like something had cleaved open her head but she’d just stuck it back together with plastic cement.
“You’re staring right at it,” she said. “Don’t you have any manners?”
“I’m sorry... it’s just...”
She bent her head forward pulled back her hair. “Take a look... take it all in, sweetheart...”
She was missing her left ear.
“We don’t have time for this,” the man said. “It’s two AM already. We have to get started. Fallon will be back before dawn.”
“Shut up, Mike,” the woman said.
“You shut up, Kat.”
I stood up from my chair.
“Hold on,” Mike said.
“I’m going to try the next house,” I said. “You guys are busy.”
He grabbed my elbow. I wasn’t sure I could win in a fight.
“So you’re Kathleen Shannard,” I said. “Now I get why you hate me.”
“I hate you because you’ve insulted me since you arrived.”
“By accident, maybe.” I didn’t feel like apologizing. “So that wasn’t the Sheriff’s Deparment...”
“No, it was. You won’t believe how high this conspiracy goes. All the way to the top.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Yes. I am. Now go outside with Mike while I get dressed.”
Mike led me out the side door and took me into the garage. He pulled out his keys.
“Get in the trunk,” he said as he pressed the button.
I climbed in, making sure I knew where the inner release lever was in case I got the chance to run.
He slammed the trunk closed above me.
I listened to him walk around to the drivers side and get in.
He turned on the car and the stereo.
The garage door was still closed. The evidence was starting to mount that Mike was an idiot.
I waited a minute or so, and then I pulled the lever.
I climbed out of the trunk.
Mike didn’t seem to notice.
I walked over to the overhead door and pressed the automatic button. I looked over to see him watching me.
“Carbon monoxide,” I said.
He nodded.
I walked back to the trunk and climbed back in.
Mike didn’t bother getting out to close it.
“Why the hell is the trunk open?” Kathleen asked as she stepped into the garage. She glared at me before slamming it shut. “I’m driving,” she said. “You drive like an old Chinese woman.”
Mike didn’t say anything, but I heard and felt him awkwardly climbing over to the passenger seat.
Soon we were on our way.
“I called Davis,” Kathleen said. “Told him to get started without us.”
“We should head there first,” Mike said. “Deal with the Allens after.”
“And what if they leave?”
“We’ll catch them. You need to be there to load the trailers.”
“They’ve got the goddamn prods for that. If Davis can’t figure out how to get them loaded... ugh... whatever... try calling Cadance. Tell her we’re coming to help. Keep her there.”
“Her phone’s still charging,” I called out from the trunk.
“And then call Fallon again, find out when he’ll get there. I swear he knows something’s up.”
I heard the squeal of tires and the
“So I’m going to go out and check on the chickens,” the man said.
“You guys have chickens?” I said. “That’s awesome. I’d love to see them.”
“Just shut up, already,” the woman said.
“Maybe I should wait outside.”
“Good idea. Mike... take her outside.”
“But I have to check on the chickens,” the man said. “I need to make sure they’re safe.”
“I can see myself out,” I said.
“No one cares about the goddamn chickens,” the woman said. “I hope they eat every last one of those filthy, stinking birds.”
“You don’t like chickens,” I said. “I can see that.”
She was sweating and her face was changing; the caked-on makeup was running a little, and I could see what was underneath. A scar that ran from the edge of her lips up to her right temple. You’d expect to see old stitches scarring around it, like some kind of Frankenstein’s monster cross-stitch... but it was just a gash, like something had cleaved open her head but she’d just stuck it back together with plastic cement.
“You’re staring right at it,” she said. “Don’t you have any manners?”
“I’m sorry... it’s just...”
She bent her head forward pulled back her hair. “Take a look... take it all in, sweetheart...”
She was missing her left ear.
“We don’t have time for this,” the man said. “It’s two AM already. We have to get started. Fallon will be back before dawn.”
“Shut up, Mike,” the woman said.
“You shut up, Kat.”
I stood up from my chair.
“Hold on,” Mike said.
“I’m going to try the next house,” I said. “You guys are busy.”
He grabbed my elbow. I wasn’t sure I could win in a fight.
“So you’re Kathleen Shannard,” I said. “Now I get why you hate me.”
“I hate you because you’ve insulted me since you arrived.”
“By accident, maybe.” I didn’t feel like apologizing. “So that wasn’t the Sheriff’s Deparment...”
“No, it was. You won’t believe how high this conspiracy goes. All the way to the top.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Yes. I am. Now go outside with Mike while I get dressed.”
Mike led me out the side door and took me into the garage. He pulled out his keys.
“Get in the trunk,” he said as he pressed the button.
I climbed in, making sure I knew where the inner release lever was in case I got the chance to run.
He slammed the trunk closed above me.
I listened to him walk around to the drivers side and get in.
He turned on the car and the stereo.
The garage door was still closed. The evidence was starting to mount that Mike was an idiot.
I waited a minute or so, and then I pulled the lever.
I climbed out of the trunk.
Mike didn’t seem to notice.
I walked over to the overhead door and pressed the automatic button. I looked over to see him watching me.
“Carbon monoxide,” I said.
He nodded.
I walked back to the trunk and climbed back in.
Mike didn’t bother getting out to close it.
“Why the hell is the trunk open?” Kathleen asked as she stepped into the garage. She glared at me before slamming it shut. “I’m driving,” she said. “You drive like an old Chinese woman.”
Mike didn’t say anything, but I heard and felt him awkwardly climbing over to the passenger seat.
Soon we were on our way.
“I called Davis,” Kathleen said. “Told him to get started without us.”
“We should head there first,” Mike said. “Deal with the Allens after.”
“And what if they leave?”
“We’ll catch them. You need to be there to load the trailers.”
“They’ve got the goddamn prods for that. If Davis can’t figure out how to get them loaded... ugh... whatever... try calling Cadance. Tell her we’re coming to help. Keep her there.”
“Her phone’s still charging,” I called out from the trunk.
“And then call Fallon again, find out when he’ll get there. I swear he knows something’s up.”
I heard the squeal of tires and the
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