"You have your mother's exact eye colour. She was beautiful and I was always a little bit in love with her until she became rebellious."
"Rebellious?"
"You know," he waves his hand around. "She became a little more free with who she slept with."
Oh, he means raped. She became a little more raped, by his friends no less.
"Mmm." I nod along.
"Debra was the quieter one, always been with Scott, but your mother was a spitfire. She was always getting into some sort of trouble, a wild one."
"Those wild ones." I tsk as I shake my head.
"Trouble tends to find them." He nods.
I want this to be a bloody death, one that I could get my regular high from but I know I can't. Moore is on my tail and he's ready to jump me for even the smallest infraction.
“I’ll see you around, McKay.” I head to the office door and look back at him. “Thanks for being so honest.”
“You betcha.” He nods like the slime he is.
On my way out, I grab the box and lay it just outside the door. Then I make my way over to McKay’s truck and proceed to douse it with the gas Vin brought here for me. I hear him walking up and he begins to help me throw the gas all over too.
“What’s in the box?’ He asks me.
“Official papers on my grandparents’ death, McKay was nice enough to give them in exchange for his life.”
"Interesting."
After the truck is thoroughly saturated we go back to the SUV and drop off the banker's box and wait for McKay to leave the firehall. His first mistake? Parking his newer model truck in the back alone without any other vehicles around. All the other firefighters park in the designated area to the side of the building. Second? Trusting that I would let him live after the blood of his friends have soaked my hands.
"After this, it's on to Moore and then Talia." I murmur to Vin.
"Then I can marry you in peace and put some babies in you."
"You're serious about this marriage thing." I look at him. We're young and I guess I always thought marriage would happen when we were at least thirty.
"As a heart attack." His face shows his love as he looks into mine.
"I'd kiss you but I don't want to mess up your face with this makeup." I whisper.
"Later." He grins.
I nod and go back to the truck that reeks of gasoline. I wait around the corner of the building for the man himself to get the fuck out here. I want to get home and read what's in that box, then I need to call Carm.
The door finally squeaks open and I watch as he looks down at the broken knob with a shake of his head. I hear the beep of him unlocking the truck and he saunters up to it like he doesn't have a single worry in the world. Like he lives a life of good intentions. I watch him as he stops in front of the driver's side door and smells the gasoline.
"What the hell?" I hear him mutter and he looks around.
I bet the gas smells fucking strong and his heart is beating out of his chest as he tries to figure out what is going on. The thought brings a smile to my face and my own heart jumps in response. This is my favourite part of the hunt, the pounce and kill. The feeling of achievement when I watch a devious life being expunged and sent back to Hell.
I'll see you there, McKay.
He opens the truck door to smell inside and I run up behind him. I grab a handful of hair on the back of his head and slam it against the side of his truck. The crunch of cartilage and his grunt of pain washes over me and I feel that familiar swirl of red hot anger begin to move inside me.
With his head still firmly in my grasp, I give him a good shove into the cab of his truck and tuck his legs in before closing the door. Vin opens the passenger side and clocks him once more, effectively knocking him out.
We both back away from the truck and I flip open the fancy Zippo. Seems fitting. I flick open the flame and stare into its orange-yellow depths, then I fling it over and into the bed of the truck. It instantly ignites and we stand there transfixed by the towering flames. We begin to walk backwards towards the Hummer when the gas tank explodes causing the bed of the truck to buckle and the windows to shatter. The cab is an inferno of flame and the heat radiating from the truck can be seen stretching higher than the fire hall.
We get to the Hummer just as the firefighters burst through the back door. They scramble around the truck trying to see inside but the flame is too much. I watch as a few come out with a hose but I know McKay is long gone.
"Trouble doesn't just find the wild ones, it hunts the evil ones, too." I whisper.
16
I've showered twice but the stench of gasoline and smoke won't leave my skin. There has been no report on the news about McKay and we suspect that maybe Moore is suppressing it for now. He doesn't want the town reacting in hysterics with the overwhelming death toll this year. Especially to their upstanding citizens.
I'm on my way to my house to finally speak to my ma about what brought her and Nana Germaine here to Whitsborough. Since learning about the fucked up people here, I need to know if they knew what was going on and what made them stay here.
I know Adri is closing the restaurant for
