Page 81 of Life To My Flight

Her mouth dropped open comically, and I lifted my hand to touch the bottom of her chin, closing it.

“What the fuck, Mikhail? Why’d you quit the job you just got?” She yelled loudly and waved her hands in the air.

I took a deep breath and then explained.

She sat down heavily on the bench outside the front doors. “I just don’t believe it. What the hell is wrong with this case? First last night and now this.”

“I tried to get into contact with Loki, but he never got back to me. He’s working a case that’s hot right now, and I didn’t want to keep bothering him. Can you tell me about it?” I asked as I took a seat at her side.

She leaned into my shoulder, and I lifted my arm to wrap it around her shoulders, pulling her in close.

“I’m sure you can get the information yourself just as easily, but I’ll tell you anyway,” she said quietly, and then started to explain.

I closed my eyes as I listened.

The entire situation sounded fucked, and I told her so. “That’s fucked.”

She snorted. “Eloquently put, but right on, nonetheless. The whole situation is screwy, and has been since I did the rape kit.”

I lifted my free hand that wasn’t around her shoulders and rubbed my eyes. “I guess I need to talk to Loki first, tell him what happened. Maybe he can shine some light on the whole situation.”

She leaned into me harder before she stood as a yellow cab pulled into the parking lot. “I’ve got to go check on Audrey. I haven’t heard from her, and she isn’t answering my calls.”

I grimaced. Tunnel had been in a rage the last couple times I’d seen him. So much so that I wasn’t really sure I wanted her going over to his house without me.

“You could’ve called me, I’d have given you a ride,” I said dryly.

“You were supposed to be at lunch with those lovely sisters of yours,” she quipped.

“Shut up and go get on my bike,” I sighed.

She giggled and stood, walking over to my bike. “Sir, yes, sir!”

“Smartass,” I muttered as I too mounted the bike.

Chapter 15

What if when we die, the light at the end of the tunnel is really just another vagina?

-Food for thought

Rue

“There’s a cat in that tree,” I said pointing up to the tree above our heads.

All the men looked up and Tunnel cursed. “Motherfuckin’ cat. I told that woman she didn’t need a cat. She asked for the cat, I told her I didn’t like cats, and we compromised and got a cat.”

The men chuckled, breaking the tension that was palpable in the air around us, and I giggled.

We were standing outside of Tunnel’s house and I was explaining the case I was about to testify on to them.

There were currently six very large, very annoyed men standing around me. Each and every one of them had their arms crossed over their massive chests as they listened to my recounting of the story.

However, to be truthful, this was a sore subject right now since one of The Dixie Warden’s own had recently suffered at the hands of a rapist.

Audrey was doing very well considering it’d only been just a few short days ago.

Tunnel, on the other hand, was not.

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