The question became, did I get paid, or did this one find an untimely end? So many choices. I sneered as I drove the truck out onto the road and pulled the vehicle up behind him.

Showtime.

Chapter 7

CAIN

I’d been right about the gas, but as it turned out, the alternator was shot as well. That made for an excellent payday. I quickly hooked the vehicle up and dropped the man off for an extra fee before taking the thing back to the shop.

When Abel pulled in with his taxi, I was wiping car grime off my hands on a rag. Before he stepped out of the car, I knew he had gifts for us.

Time to play.

“Woo-fucking-hoo, brother!” Abel began crowing like a rooster as he shimmied around the front of the bright yellow car. His hips wiggled back and forth, his low-cut jeans and open shirt making him look like he was at a beach dance party. “You just wait ‘til you see what I got for us.”

“Must be good for you to break out the dancing.”

“Right? This new slick style is really drawing the hotties in,” he said and ran his hand down his abs while he stuck his tongue between his fingers to wave at me.

I rolled my eyes. “I highly doubt that is the reason they got in your car.”

“Ha! What do you know?” At one point in my life, I would’ve begun spouting off all the facts I did know, but now I realized it was a rhetorical question. He wasn’t actually looking for a response. Abel was kind of like a fly. Unless it smelled like shit, or in this case, blood and pussy, he lost interest. “So…what about you? Did you have any luck?”

“I wasn’t out hunting,” I said.

Abel leaned against the car I was working on and pulled a bag of sunflower seeds out of his pocket. He tossed a handful into his mouth before offering some to me. I didn’t like the feeling of the little shells in my mouth and then having to spit them on the ground. It was a disgusting habit.

“I’m working, aren’t I?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Abel snorted and spat shells on my shop floor.