The Getaway Girls by Deirdre Gage

Author:Deirdre Gage
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampires, new orleans, getaway, girlfriends
Publisher: Deirdre Gage

Chapter eight

Inside the abandoned house, Beth was lining the moldy kitchen counter with liquor bottles.

“What are you doing?” Syd asked, her voice cracking with fear. “Little late for a cocktail party, dontcha think?”

Beth ignored her, pointing to the floor. “Look for all the empty bottles you can find. Looks like somebody’s been using this place to get drunk or high, and there’s some booze left in some of these.”

Mold speckled the walls and there was garbage in virtually every corner of the room. The appliances had rusted, and the only furniture remaining was a rickety wooden table and two chairs, one of which lay overturned. A sludgy patina of rust and black coated every surface like a bad coat of paint. Here and there, broken glass sparkled out from the darkness amid disintegrating cigarette butts and crumbled balls of tinfoil.

“What do we need bottles for?” Syd asked, peering into the dim corners of the filthy room.

“Molotov cocktails,” Beth said, tucking a stray lock of blonde curly hair behind her ear as she examined a cracked bottle of McCormick gin.

“Do you know how to make them?” Syd asked, picking up another bottle and handing it to Beth.

“I hope so,” Beth answered. “I need rags.”

Audrey picked her way across the sludge as she stepped from room to room. The house took less than three minutes to pass through and she returned to the kitchen, carrying an armful of greasy gray cloth. “Ton of old t-shirts in the bedroom,” she said, dumping them on the counter.

“Good,” Beth said as she began ripping the shirts into strips. “Y’all can help any time you want,” she said sharply.

Audrey joined her, tearing the flimsy fabric with shaking fingers.

“What bedroom?” Syd asked, looking around for a hallway and finding none.

Audrey pointed back toward the front. “Living room, bedroom, kitchen. Shotgun house, so called ‘cause you could –”

“Fire a gun through the front and hit our asses right back here,” Syd finished. “Great.”

“Don’t worry,” Audrey eyed the front entrance, “Carl won’t need a gun.”

Syd swallowed. “That’s comforting.” She bent down to pluck a shirt Audrey had dropped onto the grimy floor. “Well, lucky we found all this leftover clothing, huh?”

“It’s not luck,” Audrey commented. “Whoever lived here probably never had a chance to grab their stuff before they left.”

“If they left,” Beth said grimly. Then she held up the gin bottle and jammed a rag into the mouth.

“How’d you learn to do that?” Syd asked, “They sure didn’t cover this during fire safety month at the PTA.”

“No they didn’t,” Beth answered, “I got this idea from Shaun of the Dead.”

“Don’t tell me that,” Syd said, “Please just say ‘yes I totally know what the hell I’m doing’ and I’ll feel so much better.”

“Syd,” Beth looked up at her friend, “Shut up and help me.” Then Beth looked at up Audrey, who was trying to tug at the few crumbling shades still hanging from the windows.

“If there’s anyone out at this hour, I don’t think we want the company.”

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