bad people and you don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. We’re on something of a mission and if you’d like to join us we’d love to have you.”
“He told me about the mission,” she says with a grimace. “Do you guys honestly think you can kill Congress?”
Eve saunters out wearing her black shirt that says “Super Villain” on the front and “Grovel, Fools!” on the back. She used to wear that around town, and most people thought it was cute or funny. A couple thought she was a dominatrix. The real joke is on them, although I doubt she’d make anyone grovel. Toss them around like dolls; rip their cars apart; hire people to steal their money; sure. But she’s not into groveling. Or making people grovel.
“I absolutely think we can kill Congress,” Eve says. “Not only do I think we can, I think we need to.”
“Why?” Jessica asks her.
“My offer of a ride still stands,” I say. “Just say the word.”
“Ignore him for now. I’ll drive you anywhere you want anytime you want, but let me ask you something first.”
Jessica watches Eve warily, nods, and says, “Okay, ask away.”
“What do you know about your dad?”
“He worked for some government research facility, lost it somewhere along the line and disappeared.”
“What’s his name?” I ask.
“Delano. Delano Hayha,” Jessica says.
“Okay. Do you have a last address?” Eve asks
Jessica nods. “It’s on a postcard, along with a message that said ‘Be careful dreaming’, why?”
“I’ll make you a deal. You don’t owe us anything; I just want to make that clear. If you decide to walk away right now, we won’t say or do a thing. But, I said we’d help you out however we could and I aim to keep that promise. You could have bolted off into the night and told the first cop you met who we were and what we’d done and you didn’t. We’re thankful for that. I’m thankful for that. If you want, we can help find out what happened to your dad,” Eve tells her.
Jessica ponders the offer. I can see the wheels turning in her head. On the one hand, she thinks we’re all nuts. On the other, she’s seen us work. She nods and says, “Okay. I’ll take your offer.”
“Excellent,” Eve says. “Find your dad, don’t find your dad, we’ll help you out. If, after we’ve found out whatever we can, you still want to leave, I’ll understand. I’ll even buy you a car and fill it with gas.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Jessica says.
“You didn’t have to keep quiet,” Eve replies
“Fair enough,” Jessica says. “Where do we start?”
“Breakfast is probably the best bet. Steven makes a hell of a breakfast and then he’ll take you wherever you want to go,” Eve says. Then she points at me and says, “You do what needs to be done, take her around and make sure she gets back safe.”
“You got it, boss,” I tell Eve.
“What’s for breakfast?” Jean asks.
“She’s the guest,” I say, pointing at Jessica. “Her choice.”
“Coffee’s fine,” Jessica says with a blush.
“French toast it is,” I say. “If that’s okay with you.”
Jessica actually smiles and says, “French toast would be great. How can I help?”
“I’m a lone wolf in the kitchen,” I tell her. “You can help by enjoying your coffee.”
08 | Some Folks Just Need A Beat Down
The address Jessica’s dad had written down is for a rental house up in Albuquerque’s Nob Hill. It’s an ideal location for anyone working at Kirtland Air Force Base or teaching at the University of New Mexico. Living in Nob Hill also gets you close to Central around UNM, which is an ideal place to find hookers and crack.
The rental is a standard-issue raised one-story house designed in the eclectic (read strange) style of the rest of Nob Hill: falling down around itself, yet still costs a small fortune. The house looks like it has tenants, though, which is
“He told me about the mission,” she says with a grimace. “Do you guys honestly think you can kill Congress?”
Eve saunters out wearing her black shirt that says “Super Villain” on the front and “Grovel, Fools!” on the back. She used to wear that around town, and most people thought it was cute or funny. A couple thought she was a dominatrix. The real joke is on them, although I doubt she’d make anyone grovel. Toss them around like dolls; rip their cars apart; hire people to steal their money; sure. But she’s not into groveling. Or making people grovel.
“I absolutely think we can kill Congress,” Eve says. “Not only do I think we can, I think we need to.”
“Why?” Jessica asks her.
“My offer of a ride still stands,” I say. “Just say the word.”
“Ignore him for now. I’ll drive you anywhere you want anytime you want, but let me ask you something first.”
Jessica watches Eve warily, nods, and says, “Okay, ask away.”
“What do you know about your dad?”
“He worked for some government research facility, lost it somewhere along the line and disappeared.”
“What’s his name?” I ask.
“Delano. Delano Hayha,” Jessica says.
“Okay. Do you have a last address?” Eve asks
Jessica nods. “It’s on a postcard, along with a message that said ‘Be careful dreaming’, why?”
“I’ll make you a deal. You don’t owe us anything; I just want to make that clear. If you decide to walk away right now, we won’t say or do a thing. But, I said we’d help you out however we could and I aim to keep that promise. You could have bolted off into the night and told the first cop you met who we were and what we’d done and you didn’t. We’re thankful for that. I’m thankful for that. If you want, we can help find out what happened to your dad,” Eve tells her.
Jessica ponders the offer. I can see the wheels turning in her head. On the one hand, she thinks we’re all nuts. On the other, she’s seen us work. She nods and says, “Okay. I’ll take your offer.”
“Excellent,” Eve says. “Find your dad, don’t find your dad, we’ll help you out. If, after we’ve found out whatever we can, you still want to leave, I’ll understand. I’ll even buy you a car and fill it with gas.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Jessica says.
“You didn’t have to keep quiet,” Eve replies
“Fair enough,” Jessica says. “Where do we start?”
“Breakfast is probably the best bet. Steven makes a hell of a breakfast and then he’ll take you wherever you want to go,” Eve says. Then she points at me and says, “You do what needs to be done, take her around and make sure she gets back safe.”
“You got it, boss,” I tell Eve.
“What’s for breakfast?” Jean asks.
“She’s the guest,” I say, pointing at Jessica. “Her choice.”
“Coffee’s fine,” Jessica says with a blush.
“French toast it is,” I say. “If that’s okay with you.”
Jessica actually smiles and says, “French toast would be great. How can I help?”
“I’m a lone wolf in the kitchen,” I tell her. “You can help by enjoying your coffee.”
08 | Some Folks Just Need A Beat Down
The address Jessica’s dad had written down is for a rental house up in Albuquerque’s Nob Hill. It’s an ideal location for anyone working at Kirtland Air Force Base or teaching at the University of New Mexico. Living in Nob Hill also gets you close to Central around UNM, which is an ideal place to find hookers and crack.
The rental is a standard-issue raised one-story house designed in the eclectic (read strange) style of the rest of Nob Hill: falling down around itself, yet still costs a small fortune. The house looks like it has tenants, though, which is
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