Chapter Thirty-One
Caesar
Sitting astride my bike, Laney—my number one girl and the love of my life—I wipe off a smudge from her gas tank. It looks like jelly, but I haven't had a jelly sandwich in over a week, so that can't be right. Finally, I get it all off, and she looks good as new. Still, I think about that jelly. I could really use a snack right about now.
“Oh shit! Gum,” I say excitedly, patting my chest pocket and finding the last stick. I pull it out, grinning and unwrapping the juicy fruit. “Fuck yeah!”
I place the treat in my mouth before sighing, then take another look around the empty parking lot. There has been exactly zero damn action in this place. Don't get me wrong, I ain't asking for danger, but still, at least one fucking male in or out of the place for me to at least have a target to look at wouldn’t be too much to ask, but nothing so far. And I mean absolutely nothing. Not even another car in the parking lot. I look down at my watch and notice Prez and Tizzy… well, Ma, as we love to call her… Anyway, it's been damn near close to forty-five minutes since they went in, but how the fuck am I supposed to know if that's a long time for a chick to shop? Ma’s been cooped up for so long, and she made such a fuss about being let out that she’s probably going to take half the day in that place, seeing as Prez only gave her one store. Sighing, I lean back and get a bit more comfortable waiting it out.
Just as I settle in, I hear a car cranking. That's weird, seeing as there’s been zero movement around here since Prez went in. Not one person in or out of the store. It could just be a worker leaving, but I decide to check it out just in case. I throw my leg over Laney and start making my way around the side of the building. As I get to the corner, I watch a silver minivan pull in the opposite direction. Yeah, probably a worker if they're coming from the back. I keep a lookout for their plates just to have Crypt run them in case, when I see movement in the back window. Squinting to get a better look, my eyes nearly pop out of my head as big, blonde, bleach -blonde hair bounces up and down. There's only one person with hair that big around these parts, and it ain't Dolly!
As I watch in horror, Tizzy sticks her head up, and only her eyes poke above the edge of the window until they meet mine. Then her whole head pops up as she smiles wide, points to the front, and mouths, “Devon Kidnapped,” I think. Then she gives me a thumbs up, a wave, and then she's gone.
What. The Fuck. Just. Happened?