Page 106 of Sinners' Appetite
As we get closer to the cabin, all we can hear is the two of them giggling like little school girls.
“I wonder whats so funny?” Jeremy snickers.
“God only knows with those two,” I reply, shaking my head as we creep closer to the window.
“Should we scare them a little?” Dean asks.
I shrug my shoulders. “Maybe just a little…”
Jeremy reaches up with a wide grin on his face and taps against the window as Dean and I hide around the corner of the cabin, prepared to lunge out and grab them if they’re brave enough to walk outside.
“What the fuck was that?” I hear Sammi ask.
“Probably the guys fucking around with us,” Nikki replies, brushing it off completely by turning the volume up on the TV.
Just then, my phone rings in my pocket. Expecting it to be Nikki, I’m a little put off when I see Jessica’s name flash across the screen instead.
“Hello?” I answer, confused.
“Hey, sorry to bother you so late. I figured you’d want to know what I just found out.”
“Do tell…”
“Well, I heard from a friend of a friend that Paul has been hanging out around The Palace. It’s a club where bikers hang out all the time.”
“Oh?”
“I’ve asked the friend to let me know when he’s there next. When are you planning on coming back this way?”
“Tomorrow morning. Shouldn’t take us too long to make the drive. Keep me posted. We’ll need him to be alone…”
“I’ll keep you in the loop for sure. I was thinking about going over there to keep an eye out myself.”
“I wouldn’t do that, Jessica. He probably remembers you. Just stay put. Let us handle this. You’ve already done enough.”
“I feel like I have to do more… I’m really sorry for what my brother put you all through.”
“None of what happened has anything to do with you.”
“I know…”
“I’ll let you know when I’m in town.”
“Have a good night, Malachi.”
“You too. Thank you.”
“What was that about?” Dean whispers with a hint of concern lingering in his eyes.
“Jessica knows where we can find Paul. My trip might not be as long as I thought.”
Iwaketothesound of Malachi’s alarm blaring at full volume.
I don’t want him to go. I’d rather continue this little vacation and forget about the bullshit that’s happened for a while longer.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Malachi groans as he sits up in the bed and stretches his arms above his head.
“Morning,” I reply, my voice still a little hoarse.
