Page 37 of Savior
I nod once, then shift my eyes to the back door and back to him. He turns to his niece and tells her to go wait on his bike, that he’ll be out in just a minute. Once the door closes behind her, he looks back to me.
“Just keep your phone on you in case this fuck leads us back to the source.” I say. “We’re gonna stake him out. See where he goes.”
“Alright.” Ruger nods. “But if you end up grabbing him, I want a piece.”
“Absolutely.”
With a parting fist bump, Ruger heads out the back door with Diesel.
“He’s gonna hear the bikes if we follow him.” Axel says.
“Viper’s got a murder van.” Viking shrugs.
“It’s not a murder van, asshole.” Viper shoots him a scowl.
“It could be a murder van.” Viking grins, and I chuckle, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. I’m thinking it too, though I’d like to see who else this punk is associated with, first.
“It’s not going to be a murder van, Viking. It’s a rescue van.” Viper huffs.
“Tonight, it’s a stake out van.” I say, ending this debate.
“You’re going to sit in the van all night and stalk him?” Viper asks.
“Hopefully this doesn’t take all night. But he might lead us to the Demons, and then we’ll know for sure they’re behind all the shit going on in this county. One step closer to finding out who Legion really is.”
“I’m down.” Axel replies.
“Run that by Cherry.” I tell him.
He lets out an audibly aggravated sigh, rolling his eyes. “She’s not my mother.”
We all turn to look at him.
“Fine. Fuck. I’ll let Cherry know. Shit.” Axel reluctantly concedes.
“I guess I’m down too, if you’re both doing it.” Viking says. “But I’m bringing snacks. For me. You guys gotta get your own snacks.”
“You can use the van, but I’m going home to Rosita.” Viper says.
I’m not surprised. At almost eight months pregnant, Rosita could technically go into labor at any moment. There’s no way Viper would volunteer to spend any unnecessary extended period of time apart from her. In fact, I expect to see less and less of him as her due date nears. I know I’d feel the same about Vanna, if… But I don’t allow that painful fantasy to formulate in my mind. I shove it back down into the darkness with my Demons, where it belongs. Maybe they’ll succeed in snuffing it out, for good, some day.
“That van’s not big enough for the four of us. Hell, it ain’t big enough for the three of you.” Viper adds.
“It’s fine. Toss me the keys.” Viper chucks them to me and I hand them off to Axel. “You and Viking go get the van and gas it up. I’ll watch this prick till you get back. Any changes, I’ll call.”
They exit out the back, and I listen to the bikes take off as I grab a Maduro, lighting it up. Taking a seat in one of the leather chairs facing the front windows of the shop, I rest a boot across my knee, watching the prick across the street near the motel 8 at the bus stop. A thin, pale white male, with a shaved head and dark goatee, chain smoking as he waits for his customers.
In the time it takes Viking and Axel to come back with the van, two prospects in tow, I’ve finished the cigar, and have watched him make several sales in the last forty-five minutes.
Leaving the prospects to see to the shop, we head for the back door to the Van. I text Vanna, letting her know it’s going to be a late night for me, and not to wait up.
The nurse scribbles down my vitals into my chart before informing me the doctor will be with me shortly. I managed to get a six-thirty pm walk-in appointment on my way home from work. Dean’s text said he would be late tonight, anyway. I assume he’s making progress with the finishing touches on Serene, and since I won’t be cooking dinner for us, I figured to just get this over with.
Thirty minutes later, there’s a soft knock on the door as a woman, who looks to be in her late fifties, wearing a lab coat over her clothes, enters the room with my chart. We exchange greetings as she takes a seat on the rolling stool across from me. I reiterate once again, everything I told the nurse.
“When was your last cycle?” she asks, adjusting her black framed glasses as she glances down at the notes.
“Um… about a month ago… I suppose… Maybe a few weeks longer…It’s been a little spotty.”
