War Pigs by D V Wolfe

Author:D V Wolfe [Wolfe, D V]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lightning Strike Press
Published: 2020-07-19T22:00:00+00:00

14

We were up so late making the credentials for Dr. Lucille “Lucy” Wesson that Luke ended up sacking out on the second bed while Noah sprawled on the first. Once I’d heard them both start to snore, I had picked up my phone and I was now staring at the highlighted contact, “Gabe”. Why? Why was I still thinking about him? It had been pure insanity behind the IHOP. A strange thrill ran through my stomach at the memory of him throwing me up on Lucy’s hood.

So let’s play this out. Say I call him. Then what? I reminisce with him about how much fun we had at IHOP? And that would lead to what, both of us being hot and bothered and hundreds of miles apart. And even if we were right next to each other, what would it matter? There wasn’t anything but regret in the cards for us. If we...became anything, if we moved further along the road of whatever we were doing, it would just make the end that much harder. No, I couldn’t do that. Not to him. What Jo had said about Gabe and me having something between us, something powerful, echoed in my head. I did my best to push it away. She was only trying to be helpful, but I wasn’t sure that she really understood the situation. I ran my finger over Gabe’s name on the back-lit phone screen and tried to be practical.

He was tracking down a potential lead on Sister Smile and Joel in Wisconsin and he said he’d call. As a matter of fact, he’d told me to call him when we got to Bellum. We’d now been here for almost two days and I hadn’t. So really, I was just finally getting around to a courtesy call. I dialed his number before I could talk myself out of it. It rang three times and then it stopped.

“Bane?” Gabe’s voice was groggy and I closed my eyes. Before I called, I hadn’t stopped to think that he might be sleeping at three am. Shit. Oh well, he was awake now. If I hung up, he’d just call me back and the ringing would probably wake Luke and Noah and I really didn’t need an audience right now. Especially a pissy and sleep-deprived one. I stepped outside the motel room door and closed it softly behind me.

“Hey,” I said. “Sorry to call you so late...early...whatever.”

“That’s ok,” Gabe said and I heard him clear his throat. “What’s up?”

“I was about to ask you that,” I said. “Are you still in Wisconsin?”

“No,” Gabe said. “I moved onto the Order business. Wisconsin was a bust.”

“Really?” I asked, trying not to reveal how disappointed I was.

“Yeah, not cannibals, just a regular human serial killer,” Gabe said. “Sorry, I’d been putting off calling you with the bad news. How’s Bellum?”

“Long story,” I said.

“Hey, three a.m. is my favorite time for long stories,” Gabe said. I paused. I hadn’t heard any sarcasm in that statement. He actually sounded like he wanted to hear.

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