Page 84 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions

I unzipped my jacket and pulled out the case to show her. “Two syringes. More than enough to tempt the druggie.”

“Thank you.”

We were silent for another few minutes. I wasn’t an expert on body language, but I knew enough to mimic it. People expected emotion, even if it wasn’t therightemotion. Holly was now leaning up against the tree. I couldn’t see her face, but I would guess she had some gross, lovesick expression in her eyes.

I didn’t understand it. Her cop’s dick wasn’t even that big. Maybe he can do more with his mouth than scowl.

“What’s your endgame here, Hols?” I asked. “Once the worm is dead, what then? We’d talked about getting out of the state and heading south. A new start. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to a place where I can become a nudist without fear of frostbite getting on my balls.”

She snorted before sobering. “I planned for everything, Jason. Or I thought I had. But how could I have possibly planned for him? For what he would come to mean to me?”

“I tried to warn you. You got in too deep, Hols.”

“I don’t need an ‘I told you so’ speech right now,” she snapped, tipping her head towards me without taking her eyes off of her agent with the talented tongue. “I need a plan that involves me still getting my revenge without losing him.”

“You’re asking the wrong man,” I told her honestly. “You said you’d kidnap him if needed.”

“That lets me keep him, but I would still lose him.”

I shrugged. “Not really seeing a difference, but okay.”

Holly opened her mouth to say something else, when she stopped and suddenly stood up off the tree. “Did you leave something at the grave?”

I stepped forward, more out of the shadows than she was, but we were too far away for the cop to make out our features, even if he did see us. “No.”

We watched as he picked something up and then started to brush it off.

“I can’t see what it is,” she complained.

I pulled a monocular from my pocket and brought it to my eye. “It’s a book.”

“A book? Whose book?”

I shrugged. “Can’t make out the name from here, but he’s opening it and reading something.”

“Give me,” she ordered, slapping her hand against my arm.

Annoyed, I paused for five seconds to piss her off before handing the monocular lens over to her.

She watched for a moment before saying, “There’s something on the inside that he’s reading. He looks both confused and intrigued.” Holly put down the lens. “This isn’t good. Who would leave something at my grave?”

“Looks like you have a fan.”

“Not funny,” she snapped. “This could be serious. What if it’s someone who knows I’m still alive?”

“Might be time that you finally get involved in lover boy’s work life,” I said with obvious insinuation.

Holly scowled. “I am not using him to get answers. We’ll have to see where he’s staying while he’s in town and break in to grab it.”

“Before or after we attack an FBI safehouse and kidnap the last four on your list before you go after the sheriff and the worm?”

Holly cursed. “It’ll have to be after. They’re moving them tomorrow, so we can’t delay.”

Anticipation of the fight to come made me hard. I was definitely going to need some time with my toy before we headed out, just to work off the extra energy. Sucked for her that Holly’s lover was stuck here while she was heading back to the mainland, or I might suggest the same for her.

It really was too bad she’d killed off Baby Dick. She could have strapped a dildo to him and used him for some stress release. Clearly, whatever it was the agent was doing to her wasn’t helping in that department.

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