around in the middle of the night. Then again, I didnât want to be executed for murder.
Giggling and laughing, they stumbled into the car. Violet started the engine.
âI donât want to go anywhere,â Cody said. âThought we were just going to visit out here.â
She patted him and said, âWeâve got to talk.â When she pulled out of the parking lot onto the dirt road, she said, âTom?â
I sat up.
If Cody was drunk, his reaction didnât show it. In seconds I was looking down the barrel of a gun.
âPut that away, Cody,â Violet said. âWe just want to talk to you. Where did you get that?â
âUnder my shirt in back. I donât go out to Rebel Hell without it. Crowd out here is tough.â
âPut it away,â she said. âHeâs not going to hurt you and neither am I.â
He lowered the gun a few inches. âWhat is this bullshit?â
âI didnât kill the sheriff,â I said.
âThatâs what they all sayââI didnât do it.â If your pal didnât have connections, youâd be safely in jail.â
âMy connections say you dance naked in Atlanta on the first and third Saturdays of every month.â
The gun barrel reached much farther up my nostril than I ever thought it would go. I squirmed backwards.
Violet yelled, âStop that, Cody!â
Cody followed my movement back and was half over the seat. The car swerved violently. Cody lurched off balance for a moment. I grabbed the hand with the gun and smashed it against the roof of the car. Iâd had just about enough of fear. If the guy didnât dance, Iâd be dead. I smashed the hand again and the gun dropped to the floor of the backseat. I did not pick it up.
Cody was sore. âYou mother-fucking son of a bitch, Iâll arrest you for resisting arrest, for attacking a police officer, and for kidnapping a cop! Donât think I wouldnât arrest you too, Violet. You wonât get away with this.â
I said, âIâve got directions to the address in Atlanta, Violet. If they recognize him at the dance club, weâll be fine.â If not, I thought, we might as well just keep driving
until we get to the moon. I suspected kidnapping a Georgia police officer was a crime heavily frowned upon in this jurisdiction.
Violet drove through Brinard and took the road west toward the interstate. We were silent through two counties.
As Violet swung around another courthouse square, Cody said, âYou donât have to do this.â
In the light from the dash I could see his brown hair and brown eyes and firm jaw. The hand Iâd smashed trembled a little. From the pain or from fear?
âCody, I donât want to hurt you, and I donât want to bring trouble to you. Iâd rather not get information or help from you by threats and coercion. I just need help.â
âIâm not gay,â he said.
âHowâd you wind up dancing?â Violet asked.
He was silent a minute and then said, âA buddy from the police academy came down to go hunting with me. He told me about this bar, said the guys who danced made a lot of money from fat old desperate fags. Said at least half the guys who danced there were straight, but did it just for the money and laughs. I guess I asked more questions than most. He wrote the address on a card and said they were very discreet. Deputy sheriff in this county donât pay much. I went up there once and they hired me.â
âYou didnât have to put out for the owner?â I asked.
âHeâs straight. Itâs strictly money to him.â
âYou let guys paw you. You hug and kiss them in public. They grab your dick, and my source says you charge huge amounts of money for after-hours personal parties. Sounds kind of gay to me.â
âIâm straight.â
Violet said, âIâm not sure I care who either of you choose to
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