Z-Burbia (Book 7): Sisters of the Apocalypse by Bible Jake

Author:Bible, Jake [Bible, Jake]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Zombies
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2016-03-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

"You're saying you let one of those guys stab you with a knife so you could play dead?" Jack asks as he pours us each a fuck ton more than just a shot of bourbon. "And they were stupid enough to actually believe you died?"

"Yep," Audrey replies as she takes her cup of bourbon from Jack and sips with a smile. Sisters like bourbon and like to smile while drinking bourbon.

"Fucking Doyles are fucking dumb," I say and sip my bourbon before I get to work on her knife wound.

"Not all of them," Audrey says. "Some are average. There's one or two that are above average, but not far above."

"You do that trance thingy?" I ask. "Slow your heart beats and shit?"

"That's exactly what I did," Audrey says. "They didn't know the difference. Good thing none of them are into necrophilia or I would have come back to life and ripped their dicks off."

Jack cringes. He should.

"Hold on," Jack says and refills his cup. He's about to take a drink, but I take the cup from him and set it aside.

"Need you sober," I say.

"I wouldn't argue," Audrey says as Jack thinks about protesting. "Now, what were you holding on about?"

"How the hell did you track us here?" he asks. "I am very careful about the routes I take. Doyles haven't found me yet."

"Doyles haven't come to kill you yet," Audrey says. "But they know where you are. You picked a good spot, hard to approach from any direction without being a sitting duck."

"You made it here," Jack says, his face red. I think he's a little angry.

"I'm not a Doyle," Audrey says.

"They know he's been watching them?" I ask.

"Oh, they know and they think it's funny as hell," Audrey replies. She finishes her bourbon and sets the cup down. "They have a betting pool on where you'll show up next and how long you'll watch them before you leave." She leans forward and puts her arms on her knees. That's her serious as shit posture. "They give your daughter an update each and every day."

"What?" Jack shouts and jumps to his feet. Muffin starts barking and growling. He makes a move at Audrey, but she snaps her fingers and snarls. Muffin sits his ass down and leans against Jack's leg, a little whine escaping from his lips. "Jesus."

"My folks were in agribusiness," Audrey says. "They made billions of dollars off corn and soybeans and all that shit. I've been around farms, and farm dogs, my whole life. One day I'm wearing a skirt at prep school, the next I'm wearing rubber boots and stomping through sheep shit. I can probably tell your dog to do things you didn't know he could do."

"I fucking doubt that," Jack says. "Muffin, down and set."

Muffin lies down, but I can see his haunches quivering with pent-up energy, ready to spring.

Audrey fixes him with a hard stare.

"Knock that off," Jack says. He looks around but his .45 is ten feet away on the plastic folding table.

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