ever supposed to âfeel betterâ?â Skinner sputtered in disbelief. âIâm a murderer and a cannibal! Iâm a monster!â
âYouâre being too hard on yourself. Way I see it, youâre a damn miracle. Câmon, Skin. We gotta get you some clothes before you catch your death. Then we gotta snag ourselves some wheels. Theyâre gonna be out lookinâ for all the chickens that flew the coop last night, if they ainât already.â
âLet âem find me, then.â
âYou donât want that, kid.â
âYou have no idea what the fuck I do and donât wannnnâ!â Before Skinner could finish he was overcome by another wave of nausea, doubling over with each racking heave.
Creighton merely shook his head and picked up his friend as it he was a recalcitrant toddler to bed. âI donât pretend to know everything, Skinner. But Iâm pretty damn sure I know whatâs better for you than you do, right now.â
Chapter Eleven
Dawn had yet to break as the pair of vans came to a halt at the foot of Bulldog Mesa, five miles south of Tucumcari. Before the dust had a chance to settle, the doors flew open and several figures piled out. The minivanâs sound system shattered the early morning silence with Cradle of Filth. Ripper, relieved to be free of the confines of the vehicle, danced in a circle in time with the music, yipping at the retreating moon. He kicked up clouds of dust with his scuffed combat boots and then threw himself onto the ground and rolled around in the dirt. Being the youngest member of the pack, he tended to be the most enthusiastic.
Hew leaned against the side of the microbus, sipping beer from a forty-ounce bottle as he watched the drummer leap and jump about. Meanwhile, Sunder prowled the perimeter cautiously sniffing the wind, while Jag and Rend walked around to the cargo area.
Jez slowly stretched, her arms lifted high over her head, and made sure her traveling companions saw her exposed midriff. âAny sign of intruders?â
âI caught scent of a couple of coyotes and a puma, thatâs about it,â Sunder replied.
âCoyotes?â Jez frowned. âAre you sure about that?â
âI know true coyote when I smell it,â Sunder spat.
âIâm not saying you donât, my pet. Itâs just thatâwell, we are in the heart of enemy territory. We canât be too careful ⦠not after what happened to poor Growler back in Los Angeles. Isnât that right?â she asked, fixing him with a hard, golden stare.
Sunder grunted and rolled his shoulders in a surly shrug, but did not meet Jezâs gaze.
âStop squabbling and get ready!â Jag barked, tossing his hair out of his face with an angry shake of his head. âWeâve still got to make that sound check in Albuquerque!â
âYes, brother dear,â Jez replied with a roll of her eyes.
Jag fished the keys to the back of the microbus from his hip pocket and unlocked the side doors. Rend crawled inside and a second later a man and woman, their hands cuffed behind their backs, were unceremoniously dumped onto the hard dirt.
Jag squatted on his haunches and smirked as the prey struggled to roll over. âWhatâs the matter, Perry? Are my little restraining devices a bit too real for you?â
The captive man tried to roll onto his back, but Jag put his boot on his neck and forced his face back into the dust.
Perry spat dirt from his mouth and glared up at the musician looming over him. âWhatâs this mind-fuck control shit youâre trying to pull, huh, Jag? You said you and your weirdo sister wanted to play doubles. You didnât say nothing about bondage and a gang-bang!â
âHey, youâre the one who came backstage in Amarillo,â Jag reminded him with a sneer. âYou said you were into rough trade. Well, they donât get any rougherân me and my running
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