Chapter 14:

Katrina ran up the street straight to the Sinclair house. Bo was just pulling Vera's dead body out onto the porch. He threw the girl's corpse down onto the wood and stared at Katrina.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

She glared at him before stomping on Vera's face over and over until it was nothing but a bloody pulp. "Let's see if Vincent wants you now!" she screamed before running into the kitchen and up the stairs.

Bo heard a door slam and he shook his head before taking out a cigarette. He lit it and took a long drag, scrutinizing the bloodied mess before him. "Vincent!" he called when he saw his brother in the distance, returning to the House of Wax. "Get over here, you fuckin' freak."

Vincent walked over to his brother slowly, not really wanting to talk.

"Why is Katrina running around here with her panties in a fucking bunch?" Bo asked.

Vincent glanced over at the bloody remains of Vera on the porch and said nothing.

"What did you do?" Bo insisted.

Sighing, Vincent related what had happened in the theater. To his surprise, Bo began to laugh uproariously.

"So that's it. Kitty Kat's jealous."

"What?" Vincent asked.

"You are so fucking stupid," Bo told him, flicking his cigarette away. He pulled another out of his thin silver cigarette case and lit it up.

"There's some things you've gotta know about women, Vinnie-boy. First of all, they hate with a fucking passion if you praise another girl in front of them. Especially if they hate that other girl as much as Kitty Kat hates Vera here."

He kicked the dead girl's body before continuing. "Your stupid ass made Kat think you liked Vera more. See, Kitty Kat's a thin little thing . . . not a fucking ounce of meat on her bones. Tellin' her that Vera had big titties and a perfect fucking body . . . well . . .that was like sayin' her titties and her body don't float your boat. Know what I'm sayin'?"

Vincent stared at his brother in horror. "So that's why she ran away." He glanced up at his window, wondering if Katrina was in there. "What if she's so mad she won't kiss me ever again? What if she leaves?" He sighed, thinking he had ruined everything.

"Stupid bastard," Bo said, shoving Vincent hard. "I've got to get to town now, or else I won't make it back before morning. I'm takin' her with me. Let her cool down some, and then apologize to her." He ground his cigarette into the door. "But if she won't forgive you, that's your own fuckin' fault. I ain't gettin' rid of her just because you're an idiot. She can be of some help around here with our little project. She's a good killer and it'll be easier on us to have another one around. Plus, I sort of like the bitch. Hear me? Now get."

He watched the deformed man lumber away before striding into the kitchen. "Katrina! Get your lily white ass down here!" Hearing her footsteps in the hall upstairs, Bo pulled out another cigarette and lit it before rummaging in a cupboard.

"What?" Katrina asked sullenly, coming to stand behind him.

Bo pulled a small ice chest out of the cupboard and set it on the table. "Get some ice."

She did as he asked while he took a six pack of beer out of the fridge and put the bottles in the chest. Without having to be asked, Katrina poured the ice over them and put the lid on the chest.

"Are we leaving now?" she asked.

Bo nodded. "Yup. Got your money?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go."

Katrina followed him out to the truck and climbed in as he started the engine. It wasn't lost on him that she deliberately turned her face away from the House of Wax as they passed, but he chose to say nothing.

"Pop me open a beer, will ya?" he told her.

She pulled two beers out of the ice chest, handing him one and taking a large gulp of the other. "Drinking and driving. Fun."

He laughed at her. "It's the only way to do it, darlin'."

This got a smile from her. They drove on in companionable silence for the hour and a half it took to get to Silverton.

Bo pulled up to the mall and motioned for Katrina to get out.

"You're not coming?" she asked anxiously.

He shook his head. "Nope. I've got to go get supplies. Take this with you." He handed her a bowie knife in a leather sheath. "Tie it onto your thigh so it don't show under your dress. And wear this over, so the bruises don't show so much." After giving her a black trench coat, Bo gave her a shove. "Now get out. Don't get into trouble. I'll be back here in a couple of hours."

Katrina nodded and got out of the truck. Without waiting to watch him drive away, she went into the mall.