Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
I keep my feet locked on the floor, my breath growing more erratic as I watch Bobby struggle with just leaving and not hurting anyone. I don't feel any sense of relief until the man turns around and walks past me.
He grabs one of the straps on the overnight bags before walking out the open door.
"Grab that other one," he calls out over his shoulder, a giddy hitch in his step just before he disappears into the darkness.
Noticing the cell phone in the outer pocket of the bag left behind, I pull it out and place it on the table along with a set of keys in the same pocket. It's the only thing I can offer them right now that might help ease the pain of the situation.
I don't glance back at them as I walk out, closing the door behind me.
We make our way to the car much faster than we did to the cabin. Zeus already has his weapon and the two newly procured rifles in the car's trunk.
Bobby gladly hands over the strap of the overnight bag to him when Zeus holds out his hand. I do the same, grabbing the car keys from Bobby when he holds out both hands, one with the keys in it and one with a small bag of what I have to presume is meth.
The man seems to be struggling to decide what he wants to do first. Although Bobby thinks he may have a lot of time, I know the police will be heading this way soon.
"I'll drive," I say, making my way around the back of the car, heading for the driver's seat. Zeus climbs in the back, and thankfully, Bobby doesn't argue before climbing into the passenger seat.
The man doesn't hesitate to reward himself, loading his drugs into a glass pipe before lighting it.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Zeus snaps as he rolls down his window.
I do the same, wanting as little fucking exposure to that shit as possible.
"I have to pass a fucking drug test next week," Zeus continues.
"Jealous?" Bobby asks, blowing smoke in Zeus's direction.
I watch in the rearview mirror, knowing it's likely my old friend will climb over the seat and put his fist through the man's face. Instead of beating the shit out of him, Zeus turns his attention out the window.
"What next?" I ask a few minutes after driving off.
"Take a different way back to your place," he says. "Make sure we aren't being followed."
It's the most sense he has made all night, and since we took the most direct way to the cabin as possible, taking the back roads means avoiding the police who should have already been dispatched to assist the hunters.
It seems like a million years, a billion words spoken by Bobby, without him really saying a damn thing, before I pull up outside of our house. The sun is kissing the horizon, the sky turning pink and orange with the promise of a new day. I know the beauty in it, but it doesn't make me feel any better. The memory of the pain in that kid's eyes will continue to haunt me long after the sun rises in the sky.
A weird silence fills the car, and I'm shocked to see Bobby with his head angled back, mouth wide open.
"Think he's dead?" I ask.
"Think we could get that lucky," Zeus mutters just as Bobby takes a deep breath.
I grin, knowing I have to take the good where I can, and I find it comical that my friend probably isn't joking.
"Don't want to leave him sitting out here like this," I say, my mind spinning with my next step.
"I'll grab the keys to the truck. You can drive him somewhere and let him sleep this shit off."
"Sounds good," I say, waiting as patiently as possible as I watch Zeus unlock the front door to the house and grab the keys.
I pull away from the curb in front of the house, pausing long enough that Zeus can back the truck out and follow me. Knowing I'll have to answer questions either way this plays out, I drive all the way to The Garage, presuming people wouldn't mess with a cop car, and would be less likely to mess with anything sitting outside the diner owned and frequented by The League.
I don't bother trying to wake Bobby. I climb out of the car, make sure his window is slightly cracked, then lock him inside and put the car keys through the mail slot near the diner's front door.
"This could go either way," I mutter after pulling open the passenger side door of the truck and climbing inside. "They could commend us for bringing him here, or be pissed we left him with all the loot in the trunk."
"I'm not going to babysit a dopehead who couldn't wait for his bump until he got home," Zeus snaps as he pulls away from the diner.