used one of the bullets to imitate the rapid jab of the tattoo needle, complete with a soft tat tat tat sound effect.
âSilver only works as a bullet in the heart,â Animal said. âIf it just goes through the heart, youâre screwed. Youâre going to get your face torn off by a pissed-off Pack dog.â
âWhatever.â Daggit waved it off. âWhereâs the Cub?â
âHeâs sleeping.â Ru gave a safe answer.
âSomeone fucked him over good.â Animal tapped out a cigarette and lit it. âWho is this walking dead man?â
âThe Cub doesnât remember what happened,â Ru told them; theyâd decided against mentioning Ukiahâs real nameto the bikers. Annoying as it might be, they were safest dealing under the Packâs cover.
âHe lost that mouse, eh?â Daggit ignored Ruâs presence and addressed Atticus instead. âOr hasnât he taken the mice back yet?â
âThatâs why heâs sleeping. He took them all back.â Actually, they had released the mice into bed with Ukiah. Nature would take its course, keeping his brother asleep longer than any drug would. Still, it was startling that the bikers knew things Atticus thought were secret. Was what they were telling him about werewolves true?
âSomeoneâs going to get their ass kicked, then.â Animal gave a breathy laugh, eyes going wide with anticipation of such an event.
âYouâre Pack too, arenât you?â Daggit finished loading his revolver and gave the cylinder a spin. âYou have that look.â
Atticus glanced towards Ruâhe didnât like talking during these things. Normally he stood in the corner, looking menacing while Ru closed the deal. Because of his Pack connection, though, the Iron Horses seemed to want to talk only to him. Ru glanced upward in an abbreviated roll of his eyes, meaning that they had little choice but to reverse their roles. âI didnât know we had a look.â
âYouâre lean and mean.â Daggit patted his paunch. âYou never see a beer gut on Pack. Six-pack abs. Itâs all part of the magic.â
âLike voodoo,â Animal intoned. âThe werewolf curse.â
âItâs one of the reasons that these dipshits are all drooling over the idea of being Pack.â Daggit shook his head as if not understanding it. âAsk any one of them if they were willing to run the risk to be Pack, and theyâd sign up for a mauling in a second.â
âNot you?â Atticus asked.
âHell, no.â Daggit borrowed Animalâs cigarettes and tapped one out for himself. âAny retard can do the numbers.A couple dozen can take the walk in the woods with the Pack, maybe one will come back out changed , one of them.â
âA Get,â Animal said with reverence.
Daggit shot Animal a disgusted look, and then continued. âThese dipshits see one of their brothers go all toned without lifting a weight, able to throw a bike around with one hand, and take any amount of shit and get back up, and think, âThatâs so cool; I want that too.â They can smell the power, without thinking it all through.â
âHell, Iâd do it. Like that!â Animal snapped his fingers.
âYeah.â Daggit lit his cigarette, took a deep drag, and blew out a column of smoke. âAnd if you do come back, thereâs a stranger looking out through your eyes.â
âLook.â Animal pulled out his wallet and thumbed through it to pull out a photo. âLook at this.â
Daggit took the photo and studied it a moment. âSo?â
Atticus intercepted it before Daggit could hand it back. Unlike the blurry photograph on the FBI Web site, this was a clean shot of Rennie Shaw and a young Animal with a Mohawk haircut. The nomad faced the camera while the Dog Warrior was focused on something else. On the back was written, Mike
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