Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 2)

Jesus Christ. “Where. Are. You?”

“Across the street,” he mumbled. “And so are Indiana and Greta.”

“Field trip,” Greta yelled into the phone.

“What the fuck are you doing across the street?”

What the hell was Easy thinking? There was a fucking serial killer on the loose, and he was taking Indiana on a damn field trip?

“Look, brother. I can’t control my sister. She does whatever the fuck she wants, and she drug Indiana along with her. I’m doing the best I can here.”

“You can’t control two women who are half your size?” I demanded.

“Look, you come over to Reva’s, and you can handle these two since I’m doing such a shit job at it.”

I ended the call and shoved my phone in my pocket.

King walked out of the hallway and stopped in front of me. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Easy can’t seem to handle watching Greta and Indiana.”

“He lose them?” King laughed.

“He lost who?” Hero asked.

Jesus. I didn’t want to explain what was going on. I just wanted to get over to Hair of the Dog and see with my own eyes that Indiana was okay.

King smiled. “Easy was supposed to keep an eye on Indy for Frost, and instead, his sister staged a prison break.”

“Greta is fucking nuts. Swear to Christ; she took notes from Aunt Meg when she was younger.” Hero shook his head. “You remember that time when she was fourteen and managed to get all of the ducks from the pond to follow her home?”

King busted out laughing. “Gwen spent all day trying to figure out how the two loaves of bread she just bought disappeared. Greta came walking into the kitchen with two empty bread bags and fifty ducks marching right behind her. I never saw Gambler grab a broom in my life, but you can bet your ass that day he brandished that thing like a fucking sword and shooed all of those ducks out.”

Hero was laughing so hard that he leaned over and rested his hands on his knees.

“Can we take this trip down memory lane after we make sure Indiana is okay?” I drawled.

King clapped me on the shoulder. “I have a feeling this isn’t going to be the first time that your woman goes off on a wild tear, but you might want to accept my advice to just take a deep breath and not go off the deep end. Greta was at least smart enough to make Easy tag along with them.”

“That is why his road name is Easy. You can talk him into doing anything ‘cause he just isn’t into putting up a fight.” Hero stood up straight and ran his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, I haven’t laughed that hard in a minute.”

I headed out the front door with Hero and King trailing me.

“How about that time Meg took Snapper to the fair and came home with a goat and three chickens?” Hero wheezed.

We made it to the edge of the road and had to wait for traffic to pass.

“Snapper loved those damn chickens,” King laughed. “Had no clue for two years that when they died, they were his birthday dinner.”

Hero flew into another fit of laughter. “Thank God you guys sold the goat and didn’t eat him.”

I jogged across the road and hoped Hero and King just stayed behind to keep reminiscing. I wasn’t so lucky.

King’s voice came from behind me. “He was a mean son of a bitch. I figured out real quick why the guy at the fair threw him in with the three chickens. He ate three of Meg’s candles and all of her underwear drawer. That was the final straw with him.”

“The fact that she thought she could dress him in pajamas and have him be a house goat was hilarious,” Hero chuckled.

When I was halfway across the parking lot to Hair of the Dog, Easy stepped out with a ball of fur in his arms.