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So what the hell was he supposed to do now?
He could call the cops, create a little diversion, cause so he’d learned fro Endelle’s second-in-co, a sense of when not to go all shock-and-ahen so less splashy was called for Not that he’d learned strategic thinking from her; rather, he’d learned because of her scorpion temperament and her recklessness Thorne wasn’t reckless, which was one reason his current predicament was a total shitfest
He’d like to let loose God kneould He’d like to let loose, use every power in his arsenal, and fix this thing right now But that arrior thinking: Shoot now … don’t even think about asking questions later
No, this fucking conundrum required finesse
The truck pulled in front of a house that was iven the man’s tats and the overall sleazy nature of the bar The rock landscaping out front didn’t even have weeds Huh The bastard ht actually be a fairly decent bastard Thorne even liked the truck He knew the score A bigthat fit the size of his shoulders
As the bastard left the driver’s side and went around to Marguerite’s door, Thorne touched down at least fifty yards away, keeping his uerite looked around she’d see him, but when José opened the door she pushed off the running board and leaped into his arue down her throat His wo like mad
Aw, fuck
Before he realized he’d thought the thought, he pushed his h the back door of the bastard’s head He was inside the nored the fireboh the bastard’s head with rapid slingshot-likefor three weeks, the feel of Marguerite’s swift darting tongue pushing into his mouth … well, José’s mouth
The experience was unusual to say the least, because it was as though he not only was inside José’sAnd there seee vibration to the whole experience, like a low level of electricity all through Thorne’s body
At the very least, he felt like he could take partial possession of José’s mind and body and just enjoy the ride, but because the red strobes were still flashing in his head, he knew at some point he’d probably lose it and take every one of the bastard’s brain cells with a pointed thought or two
He forced his brain to work hard at a solution, even in the face of José pawing Marguerite’s breasts
Oh, dear God
He had to figure this out He started flipping through José’s memories He had a bunch of friends He liked women, a lot He kne to use a blade He sure as hell kne to use his cock There was a lot he liked about theshit on the Internet The bastard was a goddam entrepreneur Okay, he really couldn’t kill hi member of society
So what the hell was he supposed to do?
What could he do?
He focused on the strange vibration he was feeling, the ease hich he could feel all that José was experiencing
He pulled out of his uerite, slid his arm around her waist, and propelled her to the front door
A moment later that door closed and Thorne was left alone in the dark
The treain Jesus H Christ He felt those impulses fall on him, to race after the bastard and strip his skin fro, he worked on his breathing and focused on this new strange sensation So unexpected That deep throbbing in his brain got a little worse as well, but e to put a hand on José, but this time not to hurt him
What would happen then, if he touched him?
He once h the man’s recent meuel He could see Miguel’s face, even hear his voice
Thorne sped to the front door and pounded He then moved back about ten feet, still cloaked in et your ass out here," in just the way Miguel would have, the way he often heard Santiago speak
Jose opened the door and peeked his head out He eating and his shirt was off
Thorne penetrated José’s mind and offered a little thrall action Tell her you’ll be right back Your friend needs your help
He looked behind hi proble out for hiuided José to his truck and told him to hop in the back and have a nice nap José practically sprang inside, stretched hith of the bed, and was out