Bayou Revenant: The DoorMan, Book 2 (The DoorMan Series) by C. L. Brown

Author:C. L. Brown [Brown, C. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-08-02T00:00:00+00:00

Zeke pulled into the gravel parking of Boudreaux’s Salvage and Auto-Repair. The last time I was here, I said goodbye to the only car I had ever owned and took a cab home. That was in 2018. This place hadn’t changed since then. Sunset didn’t deter us. Rougarou were just as dangerous during the day as they were at night.

The place was on the far outskirts of East New Orleans, on the far end of Michoud Boulevard. A place far and removed from the sight of prying eyes. Out here, there was nothing but brushlands, woods, and swamp. It wasn’t somewhere you would just happen upon.

Faded blue paint adorned the weathered building. A worn hand-painted sign with the business’ name in red hung across the office area. It had a corrugated metal roof that looked a decade newer than the rest of the place. Four service bays stretched out to the left of the office.

An air of motor oil and the wet earthy scent of Lake Pontchartrain’s brackish water lingered here. Banging and the mechanized shriek of impact wrenches echoed from within. Twenty acres of boneyard filled with car husks loomed behind the place.

A woman came out of the office as we got out. She stood around five-four and had short, greasy, blonde hair. Grease smudges stained her face, arms, and baggy overalls.

“That there’s a mean ass machine,” she said, admiring Zeke’s car. “Is it the red-eye edition?”

“Damn right, it is.” Zeke flashed his signature smile.

“Woo, shit!” the woman grinned. “A supercharged 6.2L HEMI V8 that can pump out eight hundred and seven horses of see-ya-later-bitch. Ya want us to drop NOS in her or something?”

“Wil, stop fangirling and send ’em back here,” Roland called from the bay area.

“I’ve been working on a twin-turbo nineteen seventy-seven Chevelle,” Wil said. “Bet she’ll leave your shiny toy in the dust.”

“Wilhelmina!” Roland roared.

Wil flinched and smiled nervously. “He’s in bay three.”

“Keep an eye on her, will ya?” Zeke said.

“Ain’t nobody comin’ round here to steal nothin’, sexy.” Wil winked at Zeke.

“You know, she can rip you to shreds,” I whispered as we headed to bay door three.

“I only bite when ya ask, darlin’!” Wil shouted.

She was feistier than I imagined a rougarou being.

We found Roland in the bay, flexing his muscles. The rougarou picked up a car engine like it was a basket of laundry. Two men were working on an old Ford 1500 in bay one

I hadn’t noticed how large Roland was during the meeting. He had to be around six-five with a hulkish build. His shirt was taut against his thick back and broad shoulders. The muscles of his arms flexed beneath grease-covered, sweat-slicked skin.

“Didn’t expect you to come until I called you,” Roland said as he carefully sat the engine in the Chrysler 300 it belonged to.

“That was the agreement, but we have a bit of a situation,” Zeke said.

“I like your sidekick.” Roland snickered. “Guys got balls. I like that.”

“My partner,” I stressed the word ‘partner’ to avoid Zeke kicking up a senseless debate, “prefers a direct approach, but he’s right.

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