Page 11 of Patchover Fright Night
The prospect gulped and nodded, grabbing the handle, and hanging on it when Reacher tried it from the other side.
“Ally? Woman, get on my cock!”
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, because this was going to get worse before it got better.
“Don’t let anyone in there. He can’t tell who’s Ally, and who isn’t, got it?”
The prospect stared at me in horror. “What?”
“Grease. Where the fuck is Grease?”
He shrugged. “Haven’t seen him since before the patchover, man. Try his office.” Before the patchover, huh… come to think of it, I didn’t remember seeing him at the ceremony at all.
Oh hell. If he wasn’t here, and he wasn’t off his face somewhere, there was only one other alternative. He was injured, or worse, because there was no way he’d let this shit devolve like this, if he could stop it.
“You ever wanna wear a cut, you guard that fucking man in there.”
The prospect nodded again. “I won’t let you down.”
Fine, now onto finding the fucking mafia bastard, who could hopefully help me fix this. Someone crashed into me, and knocked me into the wall, and I sat there for a moment, a little dazed by the blow I just took to my head.
Rocket leaned over me. “I’m doing free tattoos, man, come and get some.”
Jesus fuck. I figured he wouldn’t be drinking if he was tattooing, but who the hell knew what was going on anymore. I shook my head and waved him off, and he merrily trotted away, grabbing Has-Been, who willingly went along for the ride, with Elise giggling beside him. I needed Grease, like fucking stat.
I dug my phone from my pocket, because if I couldn’t see him, maybe I could find him this way. If not by him answering, then maybe by tracking his phone. When I saw that I had no signal, I knew shit was far more serious than I’d realised, and scrambled up from the ground, taking off at a run for Grease’s office. We needed reinforcements, and I needed a landline, like it was the fucking 80s or something.
Chapter Five
Icouldn’t see Microanywhere, on our way to the building housing Grease’s tech office, and that terrified me, because I needed to know he was safe. He was the centre of my whole world, and the father of my unborn child.
“Stop dragging your heels, Sophie, this is hard enough with Lissa away with the fairies!” Cammy snapped at me, as I hesitated yet again, my eyes scanning the mass of leather clad bodies as they all acted out on whatever the hell they were seeing, or hearing, or experiencing. It had to be some kind of hallucinogenic, because it wasn’t the behaviour you’d expect from ecstasy or speed, or even heroin.
“I can’t see Micro,” I hissed at her, slowing as we reached the door.
“And I can’t see Stitch, but Ice is right, we need to keep out of the way for now. Once we’re in Grease’s office, we can see all the cameras, and find them then.” Oh, the cameras!
We ran through the doors, and pulled them closed, making short work of the hallway, and I grabbed the handle of Grease’s office door, but it was locked.
“Grease? Are you in there? Can you let us in?”
“What if he’s tripping too, and thinks he’s in ‘Nam or something?” Cammy asked fearfully, as I started banging on the door.
“Fuck’s sake!” Grease yelled from the other side, “it’s jammed, some fucker put my lights out, and trapped me in here.”
Ice came crashing through the doors, after we spent a few moments trying to force the door open.
“Fucking hell, it’s insane out there, and I can’t find Grease… why the fuck aren’t you locked in there? I asked one fucking thing of you!”
He shoved past us, dragged Lissa behind him, while her hands started lazily stroking him, and she made cooing noises at him.
“Chase me, sexy hunter man. I’m your prey,” she murmured, licking his ear. Ew, I guess we knew what they were into then.
“Why won’t the fucking door open?!” Ice yelled, kicking it in frustration.
“Ice? Fuck, is that you? I’m trapped in here, man.”
“Thank god you’re here. Can you call for help? There’s a jammer in operation, so I can’t get a signal out.”
