Chapter 2

The next morning . . .

"God damned engine."

Bo stood up straight, wiping his hands with a cloth before slamming the hood of his truck down. Tossing the cloth onto the hood, he strode into his auto parts store to grab a beer from his mini fridge. As he took a large gulp, he glanced out the window to see Lester walking up the street. At his side was a young woman. Bo grinned as he eyed the girl. Plump and pretty, the girl had light brown eyes and straight auburn hair that fell past her shoulders, held back by a blue hair band. Her tight black jeans showed off curvy hips, while her blue T shirt stretched tightly against large breasts.

Behind Lester and the girl, another girl came huffing along the path. She, on the other hand, was not pretty at all, being short and extremely fat.

"Bitch probably weighs at least two hundred fifty pounds!" Bo thought to himself, making a face as he watched her.

The girl's face was red and puffy, making her watery blue eyes look smaller than they actually were. Her dirty blonde hair, pulled back into a ponytail, looked as if it hadn't been washed in weeks. Bo gagged as he stared at her enormous bosom and stomach, jiggling back and forth in the hot pink tube top dress she had somehow squeezed into.

Bo forced a pleasant expression on his face as he glanced at his brother, then at the thinner girl.

"And who is this gorgeous piece of ass, Lester?"

The girl raised an eyebrow at his question.

"She's lookin' for someone, she says," Lester chuckled, exchanging a look with his brother.

"She is, eh? Well what else can a gentleman do but help?" Bo asked. "What's your name, doll?"

She stared at him with a disgusted expression and leaned on the truck, trying to catch her breath. "Vera."

"Vera. Now ain't that a pretty name," Bo said. He glanced at Lester. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Lester shrugged. "Catch you later, Bo." He took one last look at Vera and left the way he had come.

"Now, who were you looking for, Vera?" Bo asked, sliding next to her. "Was it me?"

Vera laughed as the fat girl rolled her eyes. "What makes you think that?"

Bo's eyes glinted angrily. "Now you're makin' me feel bad."

Vera shrugged. "Well I'm not from these parts, so I'm not really informed about what not to say to hillbillies so I don't hurt their feelings."

Bo fingered the knife hanging from a sheath on his belt, making sure she could see.

The fat girl's eyes widened and she took a step back. "Maybe we should go, Vera."

Vera glared at her. "Quit being such a baby, Jessie."

Jessie's stomach jiggled as she took another step away from Bo.

"Anyway, I'm looking for someone," Vera continued. "For my brother, Victor. He disappeared last night and we can't find him."

Bo laughed, remembering what Vincent had told him about the dead boy in the river.

"What's so funny?" Vera asked angrily.

"Nothing. So you're lookin' for your brother, eh?"

Vera nodded, frowning. "Yes. He got into a fight with his bitch ass girlfriend and stormed off. Haven't seen him since. I thought he may have come here."

"Katrina is a bitch," Jessie put in.

"Yes, I've already covered that," Vera snapped.

Bo raised an eyebrow. "Katrina's the girl with black curly hair, isn't she?"

Vera looked shocked. "How did you know that?"

"It just so happens that she came here late last night, wanting me to get rid of some . . . trash."

Jessie gasped. Vera stared.

"What do you mean?" Jessie asked.

Bo shrugged. "She wanted me to go down to the river and pick up some trash. It was some heavy trash, too. Smelled pretty bad. Like a fresh kill was in there."

Vera and Jessie exchanged fearful glances.

"Where did you put this trash?" Vera asked.

"Over in the basement at the House of Wax," Bo answered, pointing to the biggest building in town.

Minutes later, he led them through the doors. Vincent was waiting with some rope.