SOS HOTEL: On the Road by Adam Vex

Author:Adam Vex [Vex, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crazy Ace Publishing
Published: 2025-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

“It’s a fuckin’ tragedy,” Zee said, standing by the edge of a swathe of burned timbers still radiating heat and the occasional ember.

“I know, it’s terrible.” Poor Zander didn’t have anywhere to call home anymore.

“All those antique dildos. Gone.”

“Uh . . . yeah. Tragic.”

A few of the pack members ambled through the cabin’s remains, kicking over charred timbers and poking bits of half-burned, brightly colored furniture, but the only solid thing left of Zander’s home was the stone fireplace. Unfortunately, Zander’s collection had melted in the inferno, so all that was left were colorful splodges that could pass for melted candles.

Zee spotted Victor picking through the debris, then he grinned at me. “We still got our antique dick.”

We did, but Zander’s home was gone. He’d probably be able to stay at the motel, but if the pack didn’t want him back, his options seemed slim.

It wasn’t right that bad stuff happened to nice people.

Someone or something had set the fire deliberately. But why? Why go to these lengths? Was it just because Zander was different, just a random encounter, or had the loup-garou—if that’s what had done this—needed the cabin and Zander destroyed?

“It’s not right,” I huffed.

“Nope. And do they care?” Zee gestured at the packmates. “You guys need to get onto this.” He’d raised his voice, making the werewolves take notice. “You let this happen to one of your own in your back yard? What the fuck is wrong with you? You gotta get a grip and stop this shit. Find whoever did this and make them pay!”

“Uh, Zee? That’s kinda our job.”

“And we are fuckin’ on that. Right now.” He pointed a finger at them all in turn. “We will save the day.”

The werewolves went back to rifling through Zander’s things and collecting anything salvageable, hopefully to give back to him after he’d recovered.

Victor made his way over. “There’s nothing more we can do here. Let’s regroup back in our room.”

After we’d hiked back to the motel and Zee had helped himself to another pack of Oreos, Victor lingered by the window. He perched his ass on the sill and hmmmed, deep in thought to the sound of Zee’s munching.

“Do you guys think this all feels a bit strange?” I said from my spot on the end of the bed.

“Indeed.” Victor looked up. “We’re missing something.”

“Seems like an average Tuesday to me.” Zee tossed another Oreo between his sharp teeth.

“Are you supposed to eat the merchandise?” Victor asked him.

“My agent didn’t say I couldn’t.”

“Zander has lived in relative harmony in his pink cabin in the woods for months, but the moment we visit him he gets attacked. That timing is unlikely to be a coincidence.”

“You think we’re being watched?” Zee asked.

“I’m certain of it. And whoever burned that cabin and attacked us didn’t want us speaking with Zander. He must know something.”

If the attacker learned Zander was alive, they might strike again. “Zee, we should take the van and go visit Zander. See if he knows anything that might help.

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