“The guy you fed to your pigs was a one-man show,” Hunt said.
I leaned slightly to the side and peeked over Bruno’s shoulder at the room as they discussed what they would all do next.
After Bruno gave them every piece of information he could remember, down to the license plate of the van even, they all went out and helped get the pigs back into their pen.
And, by looking at them, you wouldn’t know that just a short hour ago, they’d eaten a man alive.
They looked so cute and pudgy. Not lethal at all.
“I never would’ve expected this to be true,” Swayze mused as she looked at the pigs.
It was like herding a pack of cats.
None of them wanted to go back into their enclosure.
And they were feisty as well as adamant that they did not, under no circumstances, want to go back in where they belonged.
Apparently, it was a whole lot more fun outside the pen than inside. Go figure.
When the smallest of the bunch headed in my direction, I made kissy faces at her and started to walk toward the pen.
I attracted not just that one’s attention, but all of their attentions.
As I moved toward the pen, they all started to fall into line behind me. Even the fattest of the bunch came running from the trees to follow.
Bruno’s eyes were lit with a smile as I made my way into the pen and they were able to close the fence behind me.
“Wow,” Hunt said jovially. “She’s the murderous swine whisperer.”
Everyone laughed at that, even Bruno.
“I’ll bet it was because she was the one partially responsible for feeding them their Thanksgiving Day meal,” Six suggested.
I snorted. “If that’s the case, then they’re welcome. Kind of. Should I feel bad?”
“He was going to kill you,” Hunt said as he pulled something up on his phone. “By the way, Bruno, I hacked into your system. It’s pretty good, but not the best. I’ll fix the faults for you. Look at this. You can see that he woke up halfway through being consumed alive.”
I didn’t bother to go looking at the video.
In fact, I chose to walk toward the gate at the other side and let myself out.
CHAPTER 17
How antisocial am I? If I swipe my card at a gas pump, and it tells me to ‘see cashier’ I’m going to leave.
-Text from Bruno to Laric
BRUNO
“I made sure to hide your trace,” Hunt said as he and his wife walked to the door. “You’re booked in as Mr. and Mrs. Aryus.”
I offered Hunt my hand. “Thanks, but I’ll probably just leave that as a decoy and find somewhere else to hole away.”
Wyett, who’d stayed back slightly, looked over my shoulder at who I assumed was Belle.
“She going to be okay?” Wyett asked quietly. “Meeting everyone all at once like that is a bit…”
“Overwhelming?” I offered up the word that I knew she was going to use but didn’t.