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“Can you just drive?” Charlie got into the passenger seat. “But be careful. You still have human stuck to the grill.” “I should let him shoot you? What kind of sister would I be?” “One I don’t have to visit in an Italian prison.”
Chuckling, Max put the car in reverse and Charlie worked hard to ignore the short-lived begging and too-long crunching sounds coming from under the car as she pulled out. Charlie knew her sister was taking her time driving back over the gunman. Max “Kill It Again” MacKilligan was known for being vengeful.
know you’re working hard to be a sociopath, but stop it.” “Sociopath is in the eye of the—” “—forensic psychologist working for the prosecution?”
Vic gazed down at her. “Which is?” “She’s a serial killer.” “Because she . . . smiles?” “Yes.” *
“Is no one else concerned about what the fuck she’s using to make those cookies?”
“And get those goddamn bees off your face!”
Britta relaxed back in her chair, one foot resting on the opposite thigh. “So what are we up to today?” Amazing what a little food and coffee could do for a grizzly female. “I’m going over to help out Charlie and her sisters.” Britta rubbed her nose with the back of her fist. “Who’s Charlie?”
wasn’t a guffaw or anything. It was more a light chuckle, but . . . yeah. I guess. Why?” Stevie abruptly grabbed Berg’s T-shirt and brutally ordered, “You stray-dog this, Berg. You stray-dog this!” “Uhhhhh . . . okay.”
“You better,” Dag said, continuing on toward their house. “Because in two more minutes, we both know Todd’s gonna roll over on his back.” “Dirty little perv.”
the first time in days when she’d been able to relax. When she’d felt remotely safe. Despite the bears wandering around her house, eating her baked goods, and terrorizing her baby sister. And because she was able to relax . . . her adrenaline had gone down and whatever caused her migraines
at least I’m not afraid of you guys right now, but I always feel better after I shift, the problem is that no one else feels better after I shift, right?” Then she laughed, patted Berg on the arm, and reminded him, “Stray dog it!” before disappearing down the hallway toward the kitchen. Stunned, the brothers stood there. Silent. Because, really, what was there to say?
“So, let me sum up—we’ve got one vote for total annihilation and one vote for forcing them to join the hockey team. Am I correct?” “Yes,” both females replied.
Stevie had also gotten out and had climbed the closest big tree, where she nonsensically hissed at no one in particular.
