Black Dagger Brotherhood 35: The Viper (Prison Camp 3) by J.R. Ward

Author:J.R. Ward [Ward, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

The following evening, after night had fallen, V was in the Pit, sitting in front of his Four Toys and playing with his mouse. Which was not as sexy as it sounded. His dick’s nickname had nothing to do with any of the thirty-eight or more species in the genus Mus, so, yes, he was actually moving his wireless palm puck around in circles.

“You coming to First Meal?”

His roommate was talking as he came down the hallway from where the bedrooms were, and as Butch stepped into the living room, the former homicide detective was dressed for the field. Instead of as someone from the cast of Bridgerton.

Fucker might have had a narrow wardrobe when he’d been human, but he’d been making up for the deficit ever since. He had more clothes than the Metropolitan Museum had art. Unfortunately, most were in the hallway that led down to their cribs. Every time V had to leave his and Doc Jane’s room, he felt like he was in the last thirty feet of a car wash. The fact that he hadn’t taken a flamethrower to the threads proved how much he loved the guy.

“Hello?” Butch said. “You in there?”

“I think we need to start at the beginning.”

The cop’s brows popped up over his baby hazels. “Well, considering that involved Fritz asking you all to kill me out behind the house because he didn’t want to bloody his rugs—I mean, do we have to go back there?”

“Har-har.”

V watched his arrow make the perimeter around the Firefox window he’d opened to the Caldwell Courier Journal’s website. Then he switched over to his Microsoft Outlook. “Why the hell is there so much spam. I spend my fucking life sending things to my junk folder—and every fucking night, it’s a new crop dusting. Like I’ve ever ordered anything from Wayfair?”

“Oh, that was me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Shoe sorter. You know the ones you hang on the backs of closet doors?”

V sat deeper into his chair. “You already have one of those.”

“I’m going to hang the new one on the wall. Like it’s art.”

“Jesus.”

Butch made the sign of the cross and went over to the leather sofa. “So, what are we going back to the beginning on.”

“Finding the prison camp. We need to follow the drugs again. That’s the income source for the place, and no matter where they are or who is in charge, they will keep that business going. Even if they change the packaging, we’ll be able to track them down somehow.”

“Did Wrath outlaw the camp?”

“Saxton’s still working on it. He’s dotting t’s, crossing i’s.”

“Isn’t that the other way around?”

“And you think I struggle with a sense of humor.”

Butch rolled his eyes. “Well, I do think you’re right—not about the alphabet, though. The drugs are all we’ve got, so let’s head out into the field now. Marissa’s already at Safe Place working, and I heard Doc Jane leave earlier—she’s at the clinic, yeah? We can skip First Meal, grab some Arby’s, and go.”

V shook his head in awe.

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