Chapter 8
Vincent and Katrina sat at a rickety table in the kitchen, eating bowls of canned beef stew.
"Is this all you eat?" Katrina asked.
"Stew?"
"No, canned stuff."
Vincent paused for a moment, listening to Vera shriek upstairs.
"If you hold still, this will all be over sooner, darlin'," they heard Bo say.
Katrina rolled her eyes.
"We eat canned food most of the time," Vincent said when the noise died down a little. "We eat fresh meat when Lester brings it."
She took a bite of stew. "What kind of meat?"
"Deer or rabbit mostly."
"I've never had either."
"Deer is good."
Katrina opened her mouth to reply when she was interrupted by Bo striding in, a look of glee on his face.
"That was fast," Katrina said.
"I'm a one-pump chump," Bo answered, grinning. "But don't worry, darlin'. There's a whole night ahead of me."
Katrina laughed. "So . . . where am I to sleep?"
"With one of us, if you want a bed. Otherwise, there's the couch," said Bo.
"I'll stay with Vince, if he doesn't mind," Katrina told him, raising an eyebrow. "I think your room is a little too noisy for my taste, Bo-Bo." She glanced over at Vincent. "Do you mind?"
His eyes were wide, the spoonful of stew he was bringing to his mouth was frozen in mid-air.
"Vince, you're a sight," Bo laughed.
"Do you mind?" Katrina asked again.
Vincent shook his head.
"Well, that's settled. Now, if I'm going to be staying here, there's going to have to be some changes," Katrina continued.
Bo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "What do you mean, darlin'?"
"For one, if you don't mind, I would like to clean up this house a little. And someone needs to take me shopping. I don't have any clothes, and canned food all the time will make me sick."
A look of relief passed over Bo's face. "That's fine, Kitty Kat. I'm goin' into town tomorrow. Do you have any money?"
She nodded and pulled a wad of bills from her pocket, throwing them on the table.
"Jesus!" Bo cried, sitting up straight and sifting through the fives, tens, twenties, and hundreds. "There's got to be . . ."
"Three thousand dollars. It was in Victor's pocket. He was a drug dealer. There's also a load of weed back at that tent. If you guys smoke, of course. If not . . . more for me."
Bo jumped up from his chair. "Well what the hell are you waiting for?" he cried. "Let's go get that shit!"
Katrina stood up as well, taking her bowl and rinsing it out in the sink. "Let's go." She glanced at Vincent. "You coming, sexy?"
"He might if you keep talking to him like that," Bo commented as he pulled on his boots.
Vincent glared at his brother. Katrina burst into laughter. Bo grinned at the two of them.
"Ready yet?" he asked.
"Of course," Katrina answered. "Let's get a move on, then."
"We're takin' the truck," Bo said as he climbed into the vehicle.
Katrina grinned and slid into the truck, sitting on the middle seat. Vincent climbed in beside her.
It was only a five minute drive to the tent. When Bo pulled over, Katrina motioned for Vincent to get out.
"I'll be right back," Katrina said after Bo handed her a flashlight.
Bo and Vincent waited patiently for ten minutes.
"What the hell is takin' her so God damned long?" Bo asked his brother. "I can't even see the fucking light."
Vincent shrugged. "Don't know. I'll go see."
What they heard next made both of them scramble out of the truck quickly.
Katrina was screaming.