Midnight Lullaby by James D.F. Hannah

Author:James D.F. Hannah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Down & Out Books

Chapter 27

Snow spit lazily from the sky, swirling back and forth across my windshield and scattering across the ground like confetti as I got to Woody’s the next morning. It wouldn’t stick, but it would remind you that it was still indeed winter, the season trying its damnedest to assert itself upon us, and doing so half-assed.

There was gunfire the closer I got to the house. Anywhere else, I would have worried, but this was Woody’s, and gunfire almost counted as white noise there.

The roar of dogs barking threatened to blot out the sound of semi-automatic weaponry as I got out of the Aztek. About half of the pack came running toward me, encircling me, nipping at my feet. I followed the clatter of spent cartridges to the back of the house. Woody and Bobbi stood at the shooting range, Bobbi emptying the clip from an AR-15 into a target and Woody staring at his cell phone and holding a 9 mm pistol in my direction. When he saw me, he scanned the perimeter, dropped the gun to his side, and waited for Bobbi to finish shooting.

When she was done, she looked at Woody and smiled. She pulled her headphones off and he said something to her I couldn’t hear, and she kissed him on the cheek and loaded a new clip into the weapon, opening fire again as he walked over to me. He took me by the arm and led me around to the side of the house.

Woody kept his eyes focused on Bobbi.

“I keep an eye this way, you keep an eye that way,” he said.

“I can’t see you then.”

“That would be the idea.”

“Makes it awkward to make fun of you.”

“Again, kind of the idea.”

I glanced toward Bobbi, then back at Woody. “Have you two—?”

“A gentleman never tells.”

I laughed. “I guess she got over you being a hippie. What were you staring at on your phone while brandishing that weapon in my direction?”

“The security cameras around the house feed into an app on my phone, so I can check any of them from it. I watched you pull up and come around the house.”

“You knew it was me and you still kept a gun pointed at me?”

“Check.”

“Paranoia much?”

“Paranoia is another way of describing a complete awareness of your surroundings.”

The gunfire stopped again.

“Woody!” Bobbi yelled.

“Right here,” Woody said to her. “You wanna head on inside, give it a break?”

“Sure thing.” She waved at me. “Hey, Henry!”

I made a half-turn to look at her, and Woody punched my shoulder. I pivoted my view back to the driveway. “Hey, Bobbi!”

“How’s it going?”

“Good. We’re getting shit done.”

“Awesome. What are you staring at?”

“Nothing.”

“Awesome,” she said again. “I’ll make tea.”

“You do that,” Woody said. “We’ll be right on inside.”

The screen door opened and shut.

“How’s she doing?” I said.

“Pretty well,” Woody said. “You can stop looking in that direction now. Anyway, she misses her girls. She’s a nice woman. Decent shot. We’ve been working on that, make her better than decent should the need arise.

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