Page 166 of Savior
“Should I flush it? Or will it float back up and scare the shit out of Vanna again?”
“No, don’t flush it… She won’t want the bad juju and shit lingering around… or whatever.”
Viking presses his lips together as he stares at me, like he wants to laugh.
“Now’s seriously not the time.”
“Look at you, buying into all Vanna’s residual energy talk.” He grins. I don’t say anything. “Bet I could feed it to one of Diesel’s guard dogs, though. Those Rottweilers will eat anything.” Viking shrugs.
“Or anyone.” Axel adds.
“You better run that by Diesel first.” I warn them. “You know how he is about those fuckin’ dogs.” Diesel loves his dogs like they’re his children.
“I could give it back to Gina?” Axel suggests, and I can’t even tell if they’re fucking with me at this point.
“Let’s worry about the eye later.”
“Okay. Well, what about prints on the card or the box? Maybe Jason can get something off them.” Axel says.
“He wouldn’t slip up and leave prints that would connect him to this. He somehow fucking knows Jason and I broke in. I’m sure he assumes we lifted his prints. He touched that letter knowing I’d eventually get his prints somewhere. That move was his get out of jail free card.”
“Alright. Well let’s pair all this up with all the weird shit he was saying at the Knights’ club house.” Viking says. “The bible quote seems pretty straight forward to me. That eye for an eye talk, would you like to buy a vowel shit, though… Was he just fucking with you because he knew an eyeball was about to be delivered to your house?”
“Seemed to me, like he thought I had already gotten it.” I say. “When he realized I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about, he was distressed about it. Like he knew Vanna would be the one to get it, and that wasn’t his intention.”
“A, M, E, N.” Axel says, contemplatively staring at the box on the kitchen island. “They’re letters.”
“No shit, Sherlock.” Viking chuckles.
Axel shoots him a glare. “I’m thinking out loud, you dick.” He picks up the purple ribbon. “There’s a D written on this, too. A, M, E, N, D.”
“Legion did make some comment about giving Vanna the D.” Viking says.
“She got flowers delivered to the shop with a card, signed, D.” I say. “That’s what brought you here, isn’t it…” I repeat the words Legion said to me tonight, lifting the black and purple satin ribbons. “These are the Asphalt Knights’ colors… He thought this was what brought us to the Knights’ clubhouse tonight… He really was expecting me to show up.”
“This fucker is insane.” Viking shakes his head.
“Amend? Does he want you to amend something?” Axel asks, perplexed.
I try to think back on all the cryptic shit he was spewing tonight. “An eye for an eye… he kept dragging that out.” An eye for an eye… Would I like to buy a vowel… Motherfucker… Of course… “The eyeball represents another letter. An eye, for the fucking letter, I.”
“Oh, shit.” Viking almost laughs. “Legion is one sick fuck.”
“Yeah… And I’d bet one of my side chicks, that eyeball really does belong to the guy who threatened Vanna.”
“So, he’s taunting the fuck out of you, while looking out for Vanna?” Viking says. “Get it… Looking out! Because it’s an eye…”
“I’m glad you find this amusing. And the fuck he is.” I growl.
“But what do the letters actually stand for?” Axel asks. “A, M, E, N, D, I.”
“The fuck is Amendi?” Viking asks. “Is that Latin for something or some shit?”
“No…” Axel says, already on his phone Googling possibilities.
“Have you guessed my name, is what he asked me… It’s gotta be an anagram.”
I stare at the written letters, my mind rotating them about, until I see it… And how fitting a name it is.
“Damien.” I mutter. “Legion’s fuckin’ name, is Damien.”
