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I’d recognize an angel’s voice anywhere.
Eve called out again.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I hit the flashlight but held it down. Without answering, I followed her cries. I rounded a maze of deserted machines until I found a door to an old break room.
The girl sat at an outdated lunch table, alone. No longer in her wedding dress, she looked okay. Not beat up or anything. Her fingers were laced together in front of her on the table, but her hands weren’t tied. Spotlighting the chair, I checked for a rope, zip ties, or duct tape. I found nothing but Eve’s shapely, jean covered ass.
I quickly stopped checking it out.
Shining a light around her, I whispered, “Where are they?”
Her blonde head dipped in shame. She spoke in a normal volume.
“It’s just me, Kingpin.”
Chapter 4
Kingpin
“What the hell is this about? You really ran off?” I sounded as confused as I was.
Full of doubt, I pointed the flashlight at her face.
The whites of her eyes appeared. But they were no longer white. They were red from crying. Turning her head, she shielded them from the harsh light.
“I reckon,” she cried out.
She sniffed.
I reached in my back pocket and gave her a bandana.
Eve dried her eyes then blew her nose in it.
Ignoring her tears, I focused on my own astonishment.
“Nice fucking note. Threatening my wife.” My voice echoed.
“Lordalmighty. Would you’ve come for just little ol’ me?” She asked in her sweet southern accent.
“What’s going on, here? We followed a slew of bikers out of Royal Road.”
Her voice came in a slow, careful cadence. “Now don’t fly off the handle. I wasn’t kidnapped. I need you to break it to Hallow, softly. I still love him. I’ve really screwed up.”
Screwed up was right.
I bellowed, “We rode all the way to Arkansas.”
“I heard. From Paisley.”
I wondered if Eve realized confiding in Paisley was a bad idea. I couldn’t believe she actually ran off. Though shocked, a weight lifted.
Spinning the chair, I took the seat across from her. I sat my phone on the table, face down, so she was no longer blinded.
“If it makes it better, I rode all the way to Arkansas as well before I made my brother bring me back,” she said.
In the low light, with her heavy wedding makeup running, Eve resembled a raccoon. A very windblown raccoon. There was no question she’d made the long trip. And Eve’s brother, I’d forgotten about him. One thing was for certain, Hallow hadn’t. Yet, he hadn’t reminded me about him, either. Something we’d have words about later.
“Fuck girl, y’all were supposed to get married.”
