Page 13 of Hunting Her
Elmer Outdoors.
A sporting goods shop that sells hunting gear.
They’ll have guns. Knives. Other gear that could help me hide from four demons in the woods surrounding the town.
It won’t be easy to break into. I’ve never committed a crime, and I doubt breaking and entering is as easy as they make it look on TV. Especially with the bars that I know they have on the doors and windows.
Could I use a crowbar to pry it open?
A man comes up to sit beside me, spinning his stool to face me. My heart kicks, thinking it must be one of the demons, glamoured again to hide as a human. When I meet his eyes, it’s obvious he’s not. They’re glazed over, showing the drunken daze he’s in.
“Damn, you’re pretty,” he drawls.
He leans over and places a hand on my knee, half his weight resting on me. I move it so he can’t touch, and he nearly tips forward, just barely catching himself with his other hand on the bar. This guy is sloshed.
“Why don’t you come meet me out in my truck, baby? We could have some fun.”
I grimace. I doubt whatever woman he convinces will have any fun at all. He’s probably going to pass out the minute he drags himself into the back seat.
“No, thanks.”
Digging in his pocket, he pulls out a jangling set of keys and holds them up in front of me to shake. “She’s the funmobile.”
No one was ever going to take him up on this offer. He’s mildly attractive, but not hot enough to excuse the fact that he’s calling his truck the funmobile. He’s a little desperate.
Although… desperate might be good for me.
I don’t know how to pick a lock or where to get a crowbar, but his funmobile might just be my ticket into committing a successful robbery.
What better way to get into a heavily secured gun store than to drive a truck right through their front door?
It’ll be a piece of cake to trick this guy into giving me his keys. No one will even find it suspicious for me to take them from him. The bar staff aren’t going to let him drive, anyway—I can already see one of the bartenders giving him some side-eye.
Scooting forward on my stool, I pluck the keys from his hand and give him what I hope is a seductive smile. I doubt he’ll be able to tell either way. “Where are you parked?”
He grins. “Round the corner, sugar. Big navy truck.”
“Do you have blankets in the back?”
His eyebrows draw together. “No.”
“We need blankets. Why don’t you head on home in a cab, and I’ll be waiting for you in your truck when you come back?”
There’s a flash of hesitation as his gaze darts down to his keys. I lean in some more, trying not to wrinkle my nose at the scent of beer wafting from him. “I get cold easily when I’m naked,” I whisper.
The innuendo banishes every one of his doubts. He slides off the stool, nodding his head a couple times. “Blankets, yeah. Got it. You’ll be waiting in my truck?”
“Of course. Hurry back.”
He pushes through what’s left of the crowd, the bar getting ready to close. I shove the keys into my pocket with a smirk. His truck won’t be here when he gets back—if he doesn’t pass out on his couch the second he makes it home.
It’ll only be half an hour before the music shuts off and security ushers me out to lock up for the night, so I might as well leave now. Better that than having to deal with the nameless sucker who gave me his keys.
I have a plan. A crazy one, but it’s all I’ve got.
Taking the truck and driving out of town isn’t going to work, that’s for fucking sure. I’ll lose my home field advantage, and the demons will probably pull something that makes me crash the vehicle. Then I’ll be injured and in an area I know nothing about.
No, better to get a weapon.
