“I know you want to kill him,”
Billie said inside Jesse’s head as she confirmed the address of Hoot’s cabin
and punched it into her GPS. “So do
I. Yes…I think you should. Fuck him again and then kill him.
“A nice remote
cabin would be the perfect place.
“Good fuck for an
old guy, huh?”
“We’ll
see,” Jesse said aloud, turning left.
It seemed almost
ironic, Jesse had thought, driving to Port Timothy so soon after her recent
adventures nearby. Seemed as if the hand
of fate was busy stirring things up, testing her nerve, her luck. Jesse believed in fate – she surely did. It seemed her whole life had been knitted together
from scrappy skeins of it.
“You’re
playing a dangerous game,” the Billie voice said. “I like it!”
“You
would…” Jesse quipped aloud, stealing
a quick glance in the rearview mirror.
The eyes looking back at her were bloodshot eyes only she would
recognize. “We have to be very careful
with Mister Hooten, the Shooter,” she said.
“He’s unpredictable. That makes
him risky. And we can’t forget his
friend, the Port Timothy chief of police.
Together they’re bound to be very dangerous. Patience is the key.”
“I still like it…”
“Shut
up, will you?”
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