9. Nine Cam
Nine: Cam
F inding Skeeter was more difficult than I anticipated. Bugger was slippery as fuck, but it was nothing that a few bills to the right people couldn’t solve. And soon I was standing inside the lobby of a greasy motel, just waiting. Word had it that he had breached probation. Gone near some old ladies or something.
I didn’t even know that could be a condition of release, but here we were. He’d fled his group home and was hiding out with four other sick fucks. Probably all circle jerk to pictures of Aunt Edna baking cookies or some shit.
Fucking reprobates.
In he walked with his beady little eyes darting all over the place before finally landing on me, lounging on the cum-stained couch in front of the elevators. He tried to bolt, but I was faster. It was hard to run when you’re a fat fuck, I guess.
“Oh… oh shit. Cam… please… I can explain…”
I threw my arm around him with a friendly smile, though something told me he didn’t find it all that comforting when his pallor turned white. “Ohhhhh, shhhh, Skeets. Shhhh.”
“Please, Cam. I promise…” He was shaking like a leaf as I led him down the hall and out the fire exit.
“Now, now. Don’t cause a scene. We’re just gonna have a chat. Where’s your car?”
He shook his head vigorously.
“I’m not going to ask again,” I smiled down at him, tightening my hold on the back of his shirt.
“I had to sell it! That’s what I’m saying, I have a legitimate reason why—”
“Fine.” I hissed, pushing him towards an old Camry. “Pop it and jump start. This will have to do.” Scanning the car for alarms, I was pleased to note that it didn’t even have license plates. Probably abandoned.
He did as he was told and within minutes, the door was open, the engine struggled to life and he was standing, waiting for his next order. Fucking perfect.
“Driver’s seat, Skeeter. I’m in the mood for some smooth tunes on our little ride to nowhere.”
“Pl—”
“Shhh, baby boy.” I slapped his face before squeezing his cheeks, making his lips puff out in a kiss. I pushed him into the driver’s seat before closing the door and rushing around to the passenger side. “Alright. Head towards the cliffs, good sir!”
God, I was in such a good mood, despite the fact that this lying sack of shit had only given us information on one of the people I’d asked him to find.
“Keep going. Stick to the speed limit. We’re just two friends going for a drive.”
The drive felt long as fuck, but soon he was parked at the bottom of the cliffs. Lakes’ favorite spot. He stepped out and had a fleeting thought to run, if his demeanor was anything to go by. Good thing he straightened out and decided not to. It’d be boring to kill him right here.
“Come on, we got a bit of a walk up to the top.” He walked slowly in front of me, huffing and puffing like he was a two pack a day smoker. “Damn, Skeets. Gotta work on your cardio. How the hell did you survive prison?”
He turned even more red than he already was and refused to look at me.
“Ooooh. You were the bottom, weren’t you?”
He stopped and faced me, poking me in the chest with his sweaty little finger. “Shut the fuck up, Cameron. Don’t think I don’t know what you did in prison to survive. Pretty boy like you? Fucking jailbait, I’ll bet.”
I whistled long and low, “Damn, you finally standing up for yourself? Good for you! Too bad your ASSumption is about to take a nosedive. I was fine in the slammer, butt boy. It was the guards that had the problem. Now move your ass, we’re burning daylight.”
He sputtered before his shoulders slumped and he kept walking. After a few minutes, we were at the top and Lakey was waiting, dressed in all black leathers. Damn, she is fine.
“Hey, doll. Have I got a treat for you.” I smirked, shoving Skeeter in her direction.
“Oh my gawwwd, baby!” She squealed and ran into my arms, kissing me deeply before I put her down and we turned toward our betrayer.
Her face hardened as she looked at him. “Mind explaining to the class why your information was wrong? I knew I should have killed you rather than let you out of my house, but I guess then I wouldn’t have the chance to thrust my babies into your soft gut, huh?”
He held out his hands in a stop gesture. “Please. Just listen.”
Lakey cocked her head, and he took that as a sign to continue talking. “I was approached by a man who paid me a lot of money not to disclose the location of the Almines. He didn’t pay me for the Jones, didn’t give a fuck about them.”
“What do you remember about this man?” Lakey was intrigued.
“He was tall. Silvery hair, kinda. Creepy eyes. I dunno. A scar on his face.”
She fell quiet. Nudging her arm, I looked down at her. “What is it, Lakes?”
“Did this guy happen to give you a name?” She stomped up to him. “A name, Skeeter. Give me his name and I’ll let you go free.”
His face went white, once again. “No… no, he didn’t give me his name. But I noticed the car behind him. It was a black SUV.”
“Helpful.” I muttered.
He pinned me with a look. “That’s not all.” He sighed and crossed his arms over his belly. “It had a cross on it.”
Lakey and I shared a look before she turned on her heel and marched away, grabbing her helmet and disappearing over the hill. I followed her, leaving Skeet to contemplate his life choices. He could run. Or not. Didn’t give a fuck.
“Baby... what’s wrong?” I asked, rubbing her shoulder.
“It’s nothing,” she hissed. “Fuck.” She smashed her helmet against a tree, and it splintered the bark, sending pieces flying. “Fuck it, we’re going after them.” She growled.
“Woah woah! Wait just a d—”
She turned around, eyes ablaze with fury. “No! Cam. I think that was Father Christopher.”
I fell silent for a moment, trying to process this information. “Lakes… how is that possible? Why would he give a fuck about the Almines?”
“I don’t know! Just… I have a gut feeling it’s him and we need Skeeter because he can lead us to him!”
Biting my lip, I nodded. “Okay, okay. You’re right. It probably is him. Let’s go get the scumbag and make him talk. But back at the apartment, okay?”
We got back to the cliff, only to find Skeeter gone. Of course.
Lakey screamed and took off down the hill, following the only trail it had. The one Skeeter would have taken to run from us. I tried keeping up to her, but in this state, she was more monster than woman.
A roar shattered the silent chase, followed by muffled yells. Once I caught up, Lakey was sitting on his chest, beating the fuck out of him. Honestly, I had half the mind to let her continue but I knew she needed him for more information.
“Lakes, baby. Easy.” I said, prying her off him.
He coughed up blood and spat at her. “Fuck you both! I’m not telling either of you shits anything!”
She hissed, but I grabbed her wrist before she could hit him again. “Lakey, stop. We need him in one piece, remember?”
Reluctantly she stood up, and I bent down, hauling him to his feet. He never took his eyes off her. “You wanna tell us what we need to know?”
He shook his head, “I told you; I don’t know anything else. He just paid me a lot of money not to find them. To lead whoever was looking in another direction, okay? Fuck.” He spat out more blood. “You guys are fucking insane, okay, just leave me the fuck alone.”
I grinned. “No, Skeeter. You’re coming with us back to our place. Lakes, take the bike, I’ll bring him.”
She growl-screamed and took off towards where she stashed her bike.
“Come on, bestie. Let’s go have dinner at my place, shall we? You owe us a meal, remember? Don’t worry, I’ll order take-out if you’re a good boy.”
He groaned but had no choice. It was this or unleashing Lakey on him again, and quite frankly, death by me was always the better choice. Lakey had a creative streak that I didn’t and sometimes her kills were just a work of art. Like… Killcasso. Or something.
“So, Skeeter. How’s your love life?” I opened the passenger door and shoved him in before getting in my side and jumping the ignition. “Fucked any old biddies lately?”
“Fuck you, Cam. I did that ONE TIME.”
“One time’s a lot of time’s when it comes to coming on someone’s grandma.” I snickered and began to drive.
This might be the break we needed to find the fucking cult that hurt my girl. And if Skeeter couldn’t—or wouldn’t–—give us the information we needed, I’d find someone who would. As much as killing our foster families was going to be fun, I knew her hatred burned for those nuns. She’d kept their secrets locked tight in her heart and I intended on helping her exact revenge.
In the meantime, Skeeter was going to be very well taken care of, either in my house, giving me what I need, or at the bottom of the ocean, where the rest of the fucks who crossed us slept.
His choice.