Page 34 of Sinners Reunion

King

It’s a good thing Ice Pick bungled our planned event. We used Jim’s proposed means of cleanup to dispose of Charity’s body, and it was less than ideal.

He’d planned for us to murder Cattle in various ways as a sort of exhibition match, then bury each of them as well. I love the man, but I seriously question his intellect at times.

Thankfully, the rest of the events on this trip were planned by both of us because they involve our actual mission, which is to reunite the Carter children with their father. There will be no more risk of us digging twenty or so bloody graves.

What was Jim thinking?

This whole Ice Pick issue threatens to royally fuck everything, though. Now that everyone is so focused on who fucked his woman, they’re less eager to find Daddy Carter. It was all the siblings talked about for the weeks leading up to the trip, but that excitement has been forgotten now.

Josie’s excitement petered as well. She hasn’t spoken much since we left the campground outside Macon, Georgia. She likely suspects I was the bloke who stuck his fingers in someone else’s pie, but it’s none of her damn business what I was sticking my fingers into last night.

The RVs trundle up a dirt path as we head to the next campground. We’ve made excellent time, and Bennett even made it to the post box to retrieve whatever it is he couldn’t live without. He and Cat are somewhere behind us, right outside Nashville. They should meet up with us within the hour.

Gary hops out of Jim’s bus; they’ve been riding together since Ice Pick went off the deep end. He begins motioning RVs into parking positions in each allotted campground.

I’m shocked to see other Normie campers nearby, but tomorrow’s event won’t occur here, so I suppose it’s no bother. So long as these Normies don’t come sniffing around, that is.

Josie jumps out of the passenger door before I’ve brought the ride to a complete stop. She can’t wait to be rid of me.

I remain seated a bit longer, just so that I can admire her for a moment. She stretches her long legs and rocks back and forth to loosen her lower spine. If she needs help, I can think of a few good ways to loosen her up a bit more . . .

Ezra and Kindra tumble out of their RV, quite literally, which steals my attention and reminds me I still don’t have a satisfactory conclusion to that stranger situation. Samuel, his name was? I’d best inquire about that.

I hop out and catch up to the pair before they meld with the group. Everyone is making their way toward the community bathrooms like some bladder-relief pilgrimage.

“Something I can help you with, King?” Ezra asks as I pull them aside.

“Yes, actually. The mysterious lad from yesterday⁠—”

Ezra gives one solid nod of his head. “He’s hired me to find some people for him. Friends of his. They travel around the United States killing people, and he thought I might pass along a message for him.”

“Anyone we know?”

“Not really,” Kindra says. “They keep to themselves, mostly. I covered them for an AP piece once.”

That puts my mind at ease. Ezra needs income, after all, and I won’t fault him for picking up a side job while we’re on the road.

“So, who do you think fucked Charity?” Josie says behind me.

“Now she speaks,” I mutter under my breath.

Kindra looks up at Ezra. “I don’t have a clue, but it couldn’t have been either of us.”

The fact that no one can narrow it down to male or female makes things far more complicated.

Ice Pick only knew she’d cheated because she wrote about the explosive orgasm in her journal, which he read because she left it out on the nightstand, wide open to that page.

Most of us were shocked to hear that part. Not because he read it—any of us would have—but because we didn’t realize the man could read.

We weren’t privy to the exact missive, as he set fire to the entire journal in the toilet, but the message left no room for debate. The woman fucked someone last night, enjoyed herself thoroughly, and just had to write about it.

Everyone is determined to figure out who would do something so cruel to Ice Pick, but Jim broke up the conversation before we could even begin. That worked well because I was about to put a stop to it myself, and that would have brought far too much suspicion my way. Jim’s questionable sexuality puts him in the clear in most everyone’s eyes.

“Kindra and I were in our RV all night,” Ezra says.

“Yeah,” Kindra adds with a glance toward her beau. “We were a bit tied up.”