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“Yeah. No one is hurt. We are in a motel right now. But there’s… an unexpected development.”
“I’m listening.”
“I went to take shelter in a shed on the property during the shootout, and I found a woman chained to the floor inside. From the looks of things, she’d been there for months.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, voice getting tense. “Is she okay?”
“She’s in really bad shape. I had to take her with me.”
“Yeah, I’m not questioning that. I’m more worried about the ‘what now’.”
“What do you mean?”
“If she’d been kidnapped, held prisoner, and abused by these fucks, she might want to talk to the police about it, press charges. We need to know if that’s what she wants. Because we can’t be involved in that since you weren’t there for legal reasons.”
“Right,” I agreed. “I will ask her as soon as she’s out of the shower. If she wants that…”
“Then you have to drop her at a station.”
“And leave?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, tone firm, even though I knew he understood my reluctance to do that.
“And what if she doesn’t want to go to the cops?” I asked.
“Fuck. I don’t know. She’s got family somewhere looking for her, right?”
“No, actually. She had a grandma, but she’s dead. She’s got no one. And if she’s been in that shed for months, she has no home to come back to, or job, or—“
“Shit. Alright. Well, I mean, you can bring her back here and help her get onto her feet. Morgaine, you know, she might be a lot of help…”
“Yeah,” I agreed, thinking of Crow’s old lady who’d been abused when she was young, then set to making other abusers pay via the poisons she created from her garden. “As soon as I know more, I will call. I honestly have no idea what she’ll want. She’s really fragile.”
“Understandably,” he agreed.
“And what about these fucks?” I asked.
“Right now, I want you back here,” Slash said. “We can come up with a plan later.”
They would have to pay.
For trying to cross us.
For shooting at us.
For stealing our money.
But, on a more personal level, I wanted them to pay for what they’d done to that poor girl even more.
“Glad you’re alright, man,” Slash said. “Get home safe.”
With that, we ended the call, and went to the duffle that Raff had dropped in before he left, picking out a change of clothes. I might have to take a cold shower after she was done, but I was looking forward to cleaning up. I couldn’t imagine how much that feeling was amplified after months of being unclean.
The water was still running when Raff came back with several bags full of soft shit. “Figured she needed a few changes of clothes. Plus, got her a blanket, those squishy animal pillows, socks, shoes, a sweater, girly shit for the bathroom, and a decent first aid kit. Did you see her ankle?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’m gonna see if she will let me treat it once she’s dressed and fed.”
“There’s a Chinese and an Italian place nearby. And one of those chain breakfast places that have a little bit of everything. Did you talk to Slash?”
