Chapter 16 : Special Delivery
Sid glanced quizzically at his phone and threw it at Marshall, "I thought she was gonna send us directions. Them are random numbers!"
"Fuck are we going to do with numbers?" Marshall asked and threw the phone on the ground.
Malachy took this opportunity to snoop. He glanced at the screen and stated "These are GPS coordinates geniuses."
"Is that right?" Sid questioned. "Nephew you're coming with me to make a delivery. Marshall you're going to take care of Mal's girl for him while we're gone."
Sid quickly loaded his truck and they were on their way. Malachy looked over at his uncle and asked, "are you sure mom is gonna be ok with me coming out?"
"Yeah. You're a Holmes. It's time to come out. Now I want you to think bad-ass thoughts and you'll do just fine."
Sid pulled his truck along side the road where Ginger was walking toward the Luna Mesa. She looked in and noticed Sid wasn't with Marshall. "Did you trade up your partner?"
"I figured it's time. Is that alright momma?" Sid answered.
"Fine by me. Malachy is more than ready for a little family business mischief what with all the breaking and entering and saving sex crime victims he's been doing lately." Ginger smiled and turned to her son. "I have a special job for you."
"Yeah mom?" Malachy's eyes lit up.
"I need you to give the man in there back his knife. But not until you and Sid are ready to leave. Got it?"
"Yes," Malachy nodded, "anything else?"
"Listen to your uncle, have fun and I love you!" Ginger said leaning in to hug her son, "now I'm off to pick my car up."
When Sid and Malachy arrived at the cave Sid was surprised at how quiet it was because from the picture Ginger had painted on the phone it should have been a real shit show. Malachy stood perplexed, "a cave? Like an old mine? I feel like I'm in a fucken western."
Sid looked at him sternly and said, "never question your mother boy, that's dangerous."
Sid walked over to the back of his truck and opened the tail gate. He lifted the large bag with ease and place it over his shoulder. Malachy watched and offered, "can I help?"
"With what?" Sid asked. "You ain't got no muscles. All I want you to do is to stay behind me and carry this here knife for in case anyone in there has any ideas."
"Why a knife? Shouldn't I get a gun?"
"Fuck no! You're a Holmes! Guns are below us." Sid scoffed.
Once inside the cave, Sid looked around admiring whatever twisted scum of humanity decorated the place. "Nice meat hooks, the used rubbers and smashed whiskey bottles are a nice touch ... Hey Malachy you see that big brick of weed over there? Grab it put it in your backpack or something."
"How can you think of that now?" Malachy asked staring at all the dried blood stains.
"Running a business is stressful. Especially one where you're working with your dumb-ass brother."
After grabbing the brick and putting it in his backpack, Malachy followed the trail of blood while his uncle set up the contents of the bag. The blood lead Malachy in a separate cavern lite up by cheap lantern lights. The cavern was dimly lite that Malachy almost missed the tied up naked man scowling in the corner.
"Hey kid!" roared the man causing an unsuspecting Malachy to jump. With eyes furrowed the man asked, "What the fuck are you doing down here?"
Malachy quickly contained himself because his uncle was in the next cavern and he didn't want to be called a pussy. Holmes genetics took over in no time. He laughed. "I'm down here having a better day that you. I think you're the man I'm supposed to give something to."
The man looked up at him. "Your Sid's little nephew aren't you?"
"Yes and Marshall's nephew. You are Mac, that dip-shit Devon's brother. He's my drink-bitch."
"Did you're mom send you here?"
"My dad sure as fuck didn't send me here. Stupid son of a bitch, went for a shit and the hogs got him. My mom wants me to give you something. Only she told me I'd be giving something to a man, not a sorry sack of shit."
"I'll show you a man when I bash your mothers bitch brains in with my boot then rip your little punk head off with my bare hands something your daddy should have done."
Malachy laughed hysterically. "My daddy should have done a lot of things. "
"You're gonna wish he made your momma swallow you." Mac said spitting.
"I was thinking more like he should have ducked or invested in some chain mail or..."
"Malachy! Hurry up I'm done here!" Sid's voice came booming.
Malachy looked at Mac and pulled the knife out of his pocket. Mac's eyes lit up as he immediately recognized the knife. "This was fun but unlike you I don't have all day."
Malachy placed the knife just out of Mac's reach so the rest of his day, and probably into the night, would be spent in striving to reach it. As Malachy walked out of the cave his menacing cackle bounced off the cave.
Help always seems to arrive just when you don't need it any longer. It had taken Mac almost two days to reach his knife with his feet. As soon as he cut himself out of the restraints Devon showed up at the cave wondering where he had been. He didn't get far enough into the cave to where Mac was getting his close back on. Mac jumped when he heard a scream and came running toward the front of the cave.
Mac found Devon standing in the main cavern staring at the skinless man who Ginger created. Sid had placed it near the opening where he knew someone was from Walter's group was bound to find it. All Mac could say was, "You scream like a bitch!"
"What is this? Where have you been? Dad has been calling you? What the fuck happened here?" Devon demanded noticing all the meth cooking equipment was smashed to shit.
Mac told him, more or less, about what happened leaving out the part about traitorous sex with Ginger.
"That redheaded bitch followed you here?" Devon asked again, "and she did all this?"
Mac nodded.
"Fuck. I'm gonna call Walter. If they can do this imagine what they'll do to Reggie!" Devon said as he walked off deeper into the cave to call Walter.
The next night there was a meeting held at the Luna Mesa an hour after it closed. Walter demanded that everyone in his pocket be in attendance to find out more about what's going on. Walter, Devon, Sheriff Pratt and Mac sat around a table.
"We found via dental records," Pratt began, "the deceased male was one of your guys. Now there ain't any evidence linking any of them to this. The body is clean. We are useless in this situation."
"Useless? Pratt for fuck's sake they have my sister!" Devon shouted. "What if they do something sick to her? Something like this?"
"I'm sorry Devon my hands are tied. Nothing I can do."
The shouting match between Pratt and Devon continued until Walter stood up demanding order. "Devon calm down. Sheriff, any information on them from Detroit?"
"No sheet. Famous family though. Filthy Rich. They are descendants from the infamous H.H. Holmes. This guy basically invited a murder factory and invited people to stay for a weekend, kill them then sell their remains to science. Word is that there is still some sort of underground family business going on in Detroit. Their daddy runs it." Pratt rambled.
Walter nodded. "Family means everything to these gringos. So let's hit them were it hurts. Mac, grab the kid but do not touch one hair on his head till I tell you to."
Mac, who had been silent this entire time, "alright, but if I do this I get to kill Ginger and fucken take my time make her suffer."
"Sounds like a deal. Once your brother gets Reggie back safe you can do what ever you want to the whore."