Page 4 of Property of Bigfoot
“Why did good ol’ Uncle Brady decide to teach his precious niece how to shoot so well?”
“Because he wanted me to be able to defend myself if it was ever necessary.”
I glanced down to see that Bigfoot’s eyes were open again. “Took a little nap again, huh?” I asked as the distant rumble of motorcycle engines grew heavier in the air. The ground seemed to vibrate as they moved closer, too. “Your friends are almost here.”
I felt a squeeze on my hand and glanced down to see that Bigfoot managed to get his good hand over to mine. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. Saved me from a boring night of going home to wash my hair.”
“What the fuck?” Jester asked as he laughed and looked down at his phone – presumably to see the time.
I shrugged my shoulders. “That was my excuse when I left the double date from hell. My coworker Jake convinced me to go to this concert over in Arizona with his girlfriend and another guy. Basically, he set me up to be the fourth wheel to a threesome he didn’t know he was involved in.”
“Let me guess, the set-up date was more interested in you than your buddy’s girl and it pissed her off?”
I nodded my agreement. “Exactly that. When Matt seemed too interested, Sandra lost it and started screaming at him that the date wasn’t meant to be real.” I started to mimic her tone. “How dare you act like you’re interested in someone else – in front of me!” I shook my head and remembered Jake had seemed upset by the revelation, but not entirely shocked. It made me wonder if he had asked me so that he could get exactly that response from his girlfriend. I don’t like to feel used by people. Jake and I would have it out about that shit later. He should have found a better way to bust his cheating girlfriend, like hire a PI or something. That’s what normal people did.
Jester laughed and Bigfoot squeezed my hand again. I could have sworn he smiled, but then again, most of his face was a swollen mess already, so it could have been a twitch of pain.
“Sorry,” I apologized on a whisper. “I forgot I’m not supposed to make you laugh. You probably have a broken rib or three. Know for a fact that stuff hurts.” I glanced back up at Jester to finish my story. “So, when the crap hit the fan, I said I had to go home and wash my hair.”
“Left your boy there to deal with the fallout of a cheating girlfriend?”
I groaned. “He put me in that situation knowing full well I’ve always thought she was a giant freaking diseased twat.”
“You don’t have a filter, do you?” the man inquired.
“Nah. I don’t really see the point. If people don’t like what I have to say, they can pretty much fuck off.”
“If he don’t claim you after he wakes the fuck up, I’m next in line,” Jester said and then jogged back to his van as the first motorcycle rolled up.
I tilted my head to the side and chuckled. “What do ya know? It really is a murder van.”
“Fuck’s sake,” Bigfoot mumbled as his chest shook.
“Sorry,” I whispered again.
2.BAFFLED
SAMMY
Just as oneof the motorcycles pulled up next to us, I glanced down to see that Bigfoot was out of it again. The new arrival hopped off his motorcycle and headed directly to us. He assessed his friend as if he had training as a battlefield medic. Maybe he did.
“Jester took care of the body?” he asked and immediately I recognized his voice. My eyes drifted down to where his road name was written and sure enough, he was Baffle, the club’s vice president. The same man I spoke with on the phone.
“Yes, he got everything packed away in his murder van.” I quirked up an eyebrow at him because it was apparently an apt description.
“Don’t think you can complain about that, since it was your murder we cleaned up with the van.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Not murder if it’s self-defense.”
“True enough. How long has he been out?”
“He comes and goes. I think the pain is the cause, more so than any potential head wound. His helmet seems to have done a good job.” Baffle picked up the helmet in question and winced when he noticed the crack down the side.
“Did you take this off?”
“He asked me to. Plus, I thought it might be important for your doc to be able to see his head, assess for swelling, bleeding, or whatever else.”
