“Oh, Jesus, here we go,” she stated.
He headed her way.
“Are you insane?”
She shrugged.
“Yeah, why?”
It caught him off-guard.
“I can’t with you,” he stated. “You know better.”
Elizabeth just laughed.
“My dude, I got roused by the cops, not shot at by a sniper. This was the best-case scenario. Remington and I are fine.”
“I need a nose job,” Remington said. “To change my face.”
She looked over at him.
“My dude, you’re insane. That cop couldn’t figure out that we didn’t kill those people. Do you think he’s smart enough to rub those two braincells together to remember what you look like?”
Ehhh, maybe she was right.
“Just get me back to that scene,” she stated. “We need to see if there’s a crypto key there, and I need to get the victims removed.”
He walked her to the vehicle.
“You’re smelly,” she said, when he opened the door for her.
He rolled his eyes.
“Well, that happens when I’m in the swamp and you refuse to behave.”
She wasn’t sure how his stink was her fault, but whatever.
“I hope you have some clothes to change into, or some cologne. You smell like you fucked a frog.”
He stared at her.
“Who hurt you?”
She snorted.
The question was…
Who didn’t?
* * * Hunters * * *
Charlie Hancock’s
Baby Momma’s Crib
Midnight
Thursday
