Willa's Shop

Wynonna huffed a little as she unloaded another box of facial cleansers. Willa had kept her busy all morning at the shop, and the place stayed surprisingly busy for a Monday. Willa was a bit annoyed at Wynonna and hadn't hidden her feelings very well. Wynonna was customarily the one that ran the register, did the books, and kept the finances in order while Willa helped answer customer's questions about the different beauty products, did all the ordering, and stocked the merchandise. But since Wynonna couldn't remember how to work the computer or register, Willa had given her the task of interacting with customers and stocking which was definitely not her strong suit. She had already driven off Carl when he complained about a product he purchased last week not curing his ingrown hair issues, and scared a young teenage girl after convincing her that her acne would never go away.

While Willa understood that customer service was not Wynonna's strong suit, she also couldn't help but be annoyed that her sister was becoming more of a burden than a help. Meanwhile, Wynonna was distracted thinking about why she had freaked out about three weeks ago and what Steven's connection to Bobo Del Ray was. After lunch with Waverly the day before, Wynonna had gone through all the appointment books she could find at home, in her phone, and at the beauty supply shop. Nothing. There was no mention of an appointment in the city. No paper trail in any way.

She had even subtly asked Willa about their last trip to the city, and Willa had told her it had been about a month and a half earlier when they met with a caterer for the wedding. So not even Willa knew. Wynonna thought about asking David, but her texts and phone conversations with him the past two days had been very brief since she didn't know anything about this man. That only left one person: Tim. She'd have to sneak off to Shorty's whenever she could and try and corner him since she had no idea how to contact him otherwise. Yet sneaking around when Willa was watching her like a hawk was proving to be difficult. Wynonna placed the final facial cleanser onto the shelf and was about to move away when her shirt snagged on the metal edge of the shelf. As she tried to unsnag it, she head a gentle rip and then saw the edge of the shelf come unhinged. The next sound was of all the bottles crashing down onto the floor, some of the contents spilling out on the linoleum.

"Shit," Wynonna yelled. "Aw sis, I'm sorry." She turned to Willa who had her hands on each side of her head and had taken a deep breath.

"Just go," Willa said sternly. "You're useless today." She disappeared in the back and returned with a mop bucket.

"I should help clean this up," Wynonna said, placing some of the bottles off to the side.

"Seriously, Wynonna, go. You're obviously distracted and if you stay here, only one of us is going to survive the day." Willa moved around her with the mop bucket and got to work cleaning up the mess.

"Right, sorry," Wynonna said sheepishly as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. While she was excited to be out of the shop, she couldn't help but feel a bit guilty at leave Willa with such a large mess to clean up. Get it together, Wynonna, bigger fish to fry, she told herself as she passed her car, deciding to walk over to Shorty's and try and track down Tim.

Although she felt a bit guilty about leaving Willa with the mess and keeping secrets from her, Wynonna couldn't help but smile as she saw Waverly beaming at her, almost jumping up and down as she walked into Shorty's.

"Hiyyeeee," Waverly squealed.

"Hey, baby girl," Wynonna said smiling, taking a seat at the bar.

"For you," Waverly said sweetly, setting a cup of coffee down in front of Wynonna.

"Mmmm," Wynonna said, wrapping her hands around the mug and taking a nice drink. "You are the highlight of my day."

"Aww," Waverly replied.

"I was talking to the coffee," Wynonna said, smirking.

"Of course," Waverly answered. "What are you doing here? Lunch break?"

"Something like that," Wynonna replied. "I was booted from the shop after maybe breaking a shelf and spilling face wash everywhere."

"Ooohhh, Willa is going to kill you."

"Yupp. Don't need a Magic 8 ball to verify that one today, Waves." Wynonna looked all around the bar. Tim was nowhere in sight.

"I found something with my…research," Waverly said, leaning close to Wynonna so only she could hear.

"What is it?" Wynonna whispered.

"Well, Robert Svane was Steven's great-great grandfather that died in Purgatory after getting shot in the street by the sheriff at the time, a Sheriff Clootie. Apparently, Wyatt angered the Sheriff and Steven got caught in the crossfire."

"An Earp pissing people off, go figure."

"But there's no mention of Bobo Del Ray in anything that I could find."

"Hmmm, hey what was the name of your imaginary friend?"

"What does that matter?"

"Humor me."

"Sampson, the squishy wonder bear. Great at hugs." Waverly perkily replied. Relief spread over Wynonna as she realized perhaps Bobo had died and never came back as a revenant and therefore never had anything to do with Waverly as a child. She shook her head at Waverly's cutesy reply.

"So Steven is Robert's descendant, not a demon."

"Looks that way. Robert got shot before he and his pregnant girlfriend, Lucy Miller, were married. When she gave birth to a son not long after Robert's death, she gave him her family name which is why Steven's last name is Miller and not Svane. But there's also something I found about Steven. His name is on the title for Laird Park."

"And Laird Park is…a creepy amusement park full of monsters?"

"Close. The trailer park on the edge of town. Steven owns the place and rents out most of the trailers, but there's no record of who he rents them to or for how long. Also, there have been a lot of noise complaints from the neighbors lately, but I don't know if any police reports have been filed."

"We need to go check out Laird Park."

"What?" Waverly asked loudly. "Are you crazy?"

"Most likely, but we need to do some recon and see what Steven is doing at this trailer park."

"Why does it matter?"

"Because if this is our new reality, I need to make sure there really are no revenants left in Purgatory. Besides, aren't you curious?"

"Well…yeah," Waverly said. "Fine, but no one can see us. He is our brother-in-law, after all."

"Took the words right out of my mouth," Wynonna said. "Tonight at midnight we'll go check it out. In the meantime," Wynonna glanced around her, making sure no one was trying to listen. "I need to track down Tim."

"Tim?" Waverly looked at her in surprise.

"Yeah, I can't figure out what appointment I had in the city a few weeks ago, and you said I left with him after coming here. He might know what it was about."

"Well…"

"What?"

"Tim is renting the apartment upstairs from Shorty, but uh…he's probably not alone. He went up there with a girl last night. I'm not sure if they came down yet, but I haven't seen him so I'm guessing no."

"Well as queen of the worst timing ever, I guess it's time to go piss some people off," Wynonna said, spinning on her stool, and heading for the stairs. Waverly watched her go, shaking her head before getting back to work behind the bar.

Wynonna walked up the stairs quickly, hoping to get this experience over as quickly as possible. She stood in front of the door and took a deep breath. You got this, she said to herself. She loudly knocked on the door three times...

No reply.

Three more knocks.

No reply.

"Dammit to hell," Wynonna mumbled to herself. "Tim, are you home?" She knocked once again and still no reply.

"He's out," Shorty said causing Wynonna to nearly jump out of her skin. She turned to see Shorty sticking his head out of a door to the left of the apartment.

"Shorty, where the hell did you come from?"

"Supply attic," Shorty replied. "I started storing things up here after the basement flooded again. Going up and down those stairs is a bitch, but at least we've got dry napkins." Wynonna nodded at him.

"So, no Tim? Waverly thought he still might be up here."

"Nah, he went out about an hour ago," Shorty replied. "Sometimes he parks his bike out back and leaves through the kitchen door. She probably didn't see him leave. What do you need him for anyway?" Shortly looked at her, questioningly.

"Just need to ask him a question," Wynonna replied. "It can wait." She quickly turned and bolted down the stairs, not wanting to answer any more of Shorty's questions. When she got back into the bar, she moved back to her chair to grab her purse.

"Any luck?" Waverly asked.

"Nope. Got to go. See you tonight, baby girl," Wynonna said, winking at Waverly and heading out of the bar as Shorty descended from the steps. Waverly didn't push it as it was obvious Wynonna wanted to get out of there. Since she couldn't pass the time with anything else for now, Wynonna went back to the shop to make nice with Willa.

Raby Road (near Laird Park)

Waverly tapped her fingers against the steering wheel, suddenly feeling very nervous about her plan. Waverly had suggested that they meet up at Raby Road at midnight, park their cars off to the side, and then walk the final quarter mile to Laird Park through the brush so no one would see them coming. Only now, her nerves were shaking. She had no idea how to sneak up on people, let alone an entire trailer park known for attracting the wrong sort of crowd. She got even more nervous as Wynonna pulled up and parked behind her.

"You ready to do this?" Wynonna whispered to her as Waverly got out of the car. Both women were dressed in all black hoping it would help them blend into the night.

"Ready as I'll ever be I guess," Waverly shakily replied. "Did Willa see you leave?"

"No, the whiskey shots knocked her out pretty good, just like you said." Wynonna had convinced Willa that a bonfire and whiskey were necessary to rid themselves of the day. It had taken almost half the bottle, but finally Willa had started feeling the effects of the whiskey around 10. When Wynonna checked on her at 11:30, she was snoring heavily and showed no signs of movement. "Did you bring a weapon?"

"Yeah." Waverly held up Champ's wooden bat the she had swiped from him earlier that day.

"A bat? That's the best weapon you could come up with?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I've seem to have left my shotgun in my other jeans. Who do you think I am?"

"Fine, it'll do for now. All I could find at the homestead was a taser." Wynonna held up the black taser gun and shoved it into her pocket. "Let's do this." Wynonna led the way as they cut across the road and up onto the bank, cutting across the brush in the direction of the trailer park. About fifteen minutes later, they crept up to edge of the trailer park. Several of the outside lights were on, but the entire place was relatively quiet aside from the sound of some TVs coming from inside a few of the trailers.

"It looks pretty quiet," Waverly whispered.

"Let's move over towards that building," Wynonna whispered back, seeing a black building behind a few of the trailers. As they passed a few trailers, they saw the eyes of small animals scurry under the trailers giving Waverly the creeps. It was most likely raccoons or opossums, but each time, they made Waverly jump a little as they slowly made their way to the building. It looked to be a large warehouse painted black on the outside with some of the windows painted over. Someone had done a pretty poor job on the windows though as it was still possible to see through in a couple of areas. Once they got close, they stuck their heads against one of the windows and looked through. A small light was on inside, but it didn't look like anyone was there. Rows of chairs lined the back of the warehouse and a giant black circle was painted on the floor with a podium off to one side, but they couldn't tell what it was.

"Let's go to the other side and try to figure out what else is in there," Wynonna whispered as they crept towards the edge of the building. As they went to round the corner, both girls jumped in panic as they nearly ran into the person in front of them. Wynonna shrieked, but felt her mouth being covered by the person in front of her. Waverly had shrieked as well, but had quickly pressed her mouth against Wynonna's back to muffle the sound as she stared at the person in front of them. Both women's eyes bulged as they tried to calm their heart rates.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Office Nicole Haught whispered, lowering her hand from Wynonna's mouth.