Page 33 of A Season Of Sin

I’d heard that from someone. Not sure who.

Necro doesn’t make many appearances, and I’m fine with that. He’s one scary-lookin’ motherfucker. Plus, he doesn’t talk. I don’t know why, and again, it’s none of my business.

Not wanting to offend him, I sigh and stick out my palm. Creature slaps the stack into my hand, and I shove it into my back pocket. “Thanks. I guess?”

Creature clasps my shoulder. “Consider it Necro’s way of sayin’ thanks for the drop-offs. We’re not fond of outsiders ‘round these parts. We prefer you runnin’ for us. He didn’t tell me to say this, and I know he’s listenin’, but we want you doin’ all our drops. Year-round. Not just durin’ the warm months.”

Ah. So that’s what this is all about.

“But the cold fuckin’ sucks.” I peer up at the dreary sky.

“Yeah. It does.” Creature chuckles, only half of his face moving on account of his gnarled scars. “But it’s not too bad today.”

I suppose it’s not.

“Maybe not here. But where I’m stayin’, we got almost a foot of snow.”

“With Gracie and Jace?”

Excuse me?

I rear back in surprise. “What the fuck? How do ya know that?”

“It’s our job to know.” He tucks his hands into his front pants pockets. “Plus, Kali called Sola and told her. They somehow know Gracie.”

Right. The club women and their gossiping.

Sola is Necro’s old lady, and Kali’s Sunshine’s, my fellow nomads’ old lady. That still doesn’t explain how they know Gracie.

“I don’t understand.”

“The internet, brother.”

“What are you…”

Oh.

Ohhhh.

“Gracie’s social media?” I guess.

Creature nods. “Yep. She’s got a big following, and apparently, a bunch of the sisters love her content.”

Right.

Of course.

“And Kali saw it and told Sola.” I connect the dots he already said.

“Those women work fast.”

No shit.

“They’re nosy as fuck. I never thought they’d see Gracie’s videos.”

“Don’t you watch them?”

“No. I don’t have any of that shit.” Social media is brain rot. I ain’t got time for that. I don’t want the time, either.