When Mac finally got back to the Luna Mesa, Darabont was waiting for him. Climbing out of the truck, he nodded a greeting and the cop walked over. "Hi, Mac. I was wondering if could bother you again" Mac just gave a short and hard nod but said "Ain't got a whole lotta time. Gotta get that room fixed" He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "Right. Not gonna take long. Listen, you probably heard about that house that burned down. Turned out it was the house where the kids stayed." Faking surprise, Mac interrupted the cop "Really? Didn't know that" "Yeah, I figured as much. Seems like nobody knew. Thing is, to get there, they had to drive by your house. Is there any chance that you've seen something that struck you as odd?"
Mac's face became a mask of concetration but after a while, when Darabont was about to say something, Mac spoke up "My dog disappeared, that's all odd there is. Durin' the day I'm not usually home and when I was, never seen anything." "Ok. Thank you" It was obvious that the cop something more to say "What?" Mac asked a little impatient. Darabont beat around the bush a bit before he said "The locals don't really like us, which I get. But we need some help to find our way around. I know you did a lot already but..." Cutting him off, Mac was slightly unfriendly now too "When I got the fuckin' time. Gotta work too, ya know. Means, yeah, gunna help ya again but I can't come runnin' like some dog" "Yes, yeah, sure. Thank you. I'll be in touch"
Darabont turned and walked away. Sure as hell, Mac wasn't the best company
After the Cop had left, I finally got around to take care of my 'precious' freight. I felt Walter's eyes on my back as I went to the room, dragging' the fuckin' big wooden box once again. Entered the bathroom and BOOOOMM. Devon was on my and in my face, pushin' me into the wall. "What did you do to her, Mac?" I just glared at him, an eyebrow up. "Stop fuckin' around. Why did you take that long?" Slowly, barely able to control my anger, I pushed him back and pronounced each word with care "She's fuckin' fine. In the cave. Cops everywhere. Do the math, dumb-ass." I felt my lips quiver and Devon took the hint. "She better be" he growled before he got his ass into the box.
This time Walter didn't come around to help drag the thing around and it was just fine. So I took my good time with it and made sure to bump the thing whenever I could. Sure enough, I made sure the ride was a bumpy one. Didn't use as many tension belts as before so which each turn I took, the box slightly slide from one side of the bed to the other. And we needed some more time of course. After all, a man's gotta eat and Tracy's sandwiches where a lot better then ol' Walter's burgers. And her ass was a fine piece too. But when I finally stopped infront the damn cave, I already heard lil bro yellin' inside the thing. I just opened the clasp and he pulled a Jack in the box. "About time" He was sweaty, his hair stickin' to his head, clothes soaked. Stumblin' off the truck, his knees gave in ever so slightly and he straggled for the entrance.
I followed him in safe distance, a ciggi between my lips and mentally leanin' back for the show to happen. And not to soon, he bee-lined for the place I dropped Regina off. He turned instantly, his eyes poppin' outta his head "Where the fuck is she?" "What? Did the bitch bail? Told her what would happen?" Damn, I shoulda been an actor.