“Shut up, Milton,” Quinton demanded.
“It doesn’t matter, brother. They’re going to both die together, and it’ll kill Harlon that he couldn’t stop it. Both his sister and his future wife. Soon we won’t have to worry about him either, after the cops find the drugs.”
“Wife?” Suzie asked.
“Long story,” I whispered. I moved to the other side of Suzie and slipped my hand into hers.
“How about we have a little bit of fun with them first, Quinton?” Milton stepped forward with the gun in hand. His gaze set on Suzie. “I bet you’re still a fucking wildcat in bed.”
He stepped closer, and that was his first mistake. I tilted my head. “The drugs are gone.”
My words didn’t elicit a response.
“Even the ones in the potted plant and ventilation system. You two are idiots, and it’s only a matter of time before they link the drugs back to you two. Let me ask, did you guys wear gloves when you planted it?”
They exchanged a knowing look.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” I laughed. They both turned their glares on me.
“How did you find it?”
“Actually, you can thank Ruby for that. She took me shopping, and I needed luggage for after we found Suzie. I’d say it’s just a matter of time before you two are caught.”
“Let me kill this bitch, Quinton,” Milton growled.
“You don’t want to do that,” I said. “My sisters will come looking for me, and they’ll shoot before asking questions.”
Quinton’s lips twitched. “You think we’re afraid of your hillbilly sisters?”
“If FDG doesn’t scare you, then you’re more stupid than I thought.”
“You’re FDG?” Suzie asked.
“Not me, but my sister is, and she’s freakin’ crazy,” I answered. “Doesn’t matter where you try to hide, she’ll find you.”
“Well, then I guess we have time to get ready for them to show up. You’ll be dead and buried by then.”
Suzie slid her fingers between her teeth and whistled.
Within seconds, Mittens jumped onto the wall of the stall, as if sensing the danger of Milton and the gun, she jumped and lunged straight at Milton, grabbing him by the throat. He dropped the gun in his attempt to dislodge Mittens’ jaws.
Quinton and I dove for the gun at the same time, only he came up with it, and I didn’t. He held it pointed at Suzie. “Call off that bitch, or I’m going to shoot her, too, and feed her to my dog.”
“You shoot her and her jaws are staying locked on Milton’s neck,” Suzie said, holding out her hand and moving in front of Mittens. “If you shoot, she might bite instinctively. Right now, no one has to die.”
“That’s where you're wrong,” Quinton said.
I lifted the bottle of bear spray and pressed the button. A heavy stream shot right into his eyes.
He screamed like a girl, and I yanked the gun away, pointing it at both of them.
“What was that?” Suzie asked.
“Bear spray. I didn’t have a cat, so I improvised.”
“Do you always carry bear spray with you?” Suzie asked.
Quinton was rubbing his palms into his eyes, his face the color of a tomato.
