Page 16 of Pretty Psychos
CHAPTER 6
SABLE
"What's the deal, boss?" Leif asked Forrest.
I brushed my fingers through my damp hair. It was still drying after I'd had a shower to wash away the sweat and cum.
"Don't call me boss," Forrest said in a tone that suggested he'd said it at least a hundred times before. "As far as my contacts can discern, someone is after us."
"You don't fucking say," Woody drawled.
"I do fucking say," Forrest agreed.
"Did they, by any chance, give you a name?" Leif asked, his tone clearly indicating he knew the answer was no. If it was yes, we'd be halfway out the door, by now. Going after them, or at the very least, sitting down to make a plan.
"They didn't, but this would be a good chance to get out of the city for a while," Forrest said. "I have some leave available. I'm going to take it. We can go down to my place in Saltgrave Cove."
It sounded like the decision was already made. I was familiar with the smaller city a couple of hours drive down the coast. My parents used to take me to their home down there for the holidays. They used to hold decadent parties while I hid in the dunes with a book. Memories of the place where mixed at best.
"I hate to be a pain…" Savannah raised her hand slowly.
"I've organized somewhere for you to stay," Forrest said. "It's not safe for you to go home."
"Who organized it?" Leif asked him. He turned to us and said, "My brother agreed you can stay with him until all of this blows over. Try not to jump his bones too hard." He grinned.
"Okay." Savannah lowered her hand back to her lap. "I make no promises though." She seemed to like that solution.
I reached over to give her a squeeze. "We wouldn't leave you with someone who couldn't watch out for you," I assured her. "Not when there's crazy people out there."
We might be those crazy people, but she was safe with Mikko if Leif said she was. He'd do what he could to keep anything bad from happening to her. I hoped. If not, he'd get the wrong end of a hockey stick from me.
"Are you sure getting out of the city is a good idea?" Woody asked. "They shouldn't be able to get back into here again."
"Shouldn't, but they did in the first place," Forrest said. "I'd feel better getting out for a while."
"Right." Woody sighed. "I guess so." It seemed as though he decided arguing with Forrest was a lost cause so why bother?
I looked from one to the other. "We could all use a holiday, couldn't we?" I knew I could. A cold beach was better than no beach. We might have the place to ourselves. I didn't hate that idea.
"Exactly," Leif said. "Anyway, who wouldn't go down to Saltgrave, given half a chance? It's been too long since I've been down there."
"Are you sure Sable will be safe?" Savannah asked, her eyes wide, mouth drawn back awkwardly.
"She'll be safe," Forrest said, bluntly. "She'll be with one or more of us at all times."
"Okay," Savannah said, her voice a small squeak. She cleared her throat and said more firmly, "She better be." They might be the ones to get the wrong end of a hockey stick if anything happened to me.
I told her what Woody was trying to teach me down in the basement, although not all the details. I didn't tell her about the morgue. I wasn't planning to enlighten her either; the less she knew about all of this, the better.
"They'll take good care of me," I said, wanting to use the words, 'I promise,' but not daring to.
They'd try. If anyone wanted to hurt me, they'd have to go through my three boyfriends. And if that wasn't enough, nothing would be.
"When do we leave?" I asked.
"We haven't decided if we're leaving yet," Woody said stubbornly.
"Yes, we have," Forrest said. "We'll leave in an hour. Be ready or get left behind."
