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“You might as well of just poured Kipp Brand Oil all over my fucking pants and shoes for the past few hours.”
“I wasn’t…” he shuffles his weight back and forth. “I didn’t…I…”
“You were bein’ jealous-”
“Which is kinda cute,” I quietly add.
“And petty-”
“Which can be warranted but isn’t cute,” is mumbled next.
“And so fuckin’ childish.”
“To the tenth power.”
“All because you don’t have the big boy balls it takes to ask me about shit that bothers you.”
“Have you fucked him?!” Kipp abruptly barks at the top of his lungs.
“No.”
“Have you two almost fucked?!”
“No.”
“Have you two ever-”
“No.”
“Then…how do you…” he shuffles around uncomfortably again, “know each other?”
“Garcia tends to deal with high dollar clients to help out his not so high dollar friends by allowin’ them to pay for his services with theirs.”
Referencing Garcia’s early comment is effortless, “Like discounted car parts and labor.”
“I’m labor. Not sure who parts is.” Nolan wide mouth yawns. “We go pretty far back. Like…before you could’ve ended up being swallowed far back, Kid.”
“Then why is this the first time I’ve heard about him? Or…Or…Or met him?!”
“Have I met every dude you know?”
His mouth instantly lowers yet nothing comes out.
“Exactly.” He shrugs again. “Turns out we both have shit we haven’t shared yet.”
“I don’t fucking like it.”
“I don’t fucking like it, either.” All of a sudden, Mutt’s stare shifts to me. “Just like I don’t fuckin’ like some of the new shit we learned about you this mornin’, Rabbit.” His fingers fold firmly together. “You really think McAdams paid that guy to try to assault you on that yacht, so that he could be the fuckin’ hero?”
“Yeah…” Now the uncomfortable one, I reach for the nearby pillow to wind myself around before answering. “I’ve read about other stalker cases, and it’s fairly common for them to stage a scenario that puts them in direct contact with their victim. Not always in a scenario where they get to play the hero but always one where there’s some sort of unavoidable interaction.”
“His next interaction will be with us,” Nolan practically growls.
“All of us,” Kipp stresses, pitch identical to our partner’s.
“And his ass ain’t comin’ out of it alive.”
I do my best to smile.
