CHAPTER FIVE
Valen
“So, that’s what you’ve been running from,” Voss said when we finally stopped driving around almost two hours later.
I’d driven us all the way to the fucking bottom of Jersey. Which might have been the only reason I ended up stopping and not driving through the whole damn night.
“What?” I asked, cracking my neck as I stared out at the crashing waves.
It was a bit early in the season and late in the day for the beach, but some vacationers were still clinging to the last few minutes of sunlight before they headed back to their rental houses to hop into the outdoor showers to rinse away the sweat and sand and sunblock before hitting the town for shopping or eating or playing at the arcade.
Despite growing up close to the beach, my parents brought us down to Cape Mey for vacation fairly regularly over the years. We would share a house with a couple of the other Henchmen families, leaving most of us kids crammed into one bedroom—or two when we got older and our parents sectioned us off by gender.
I had great memories of those days. My old man would wake us up when it was still dark out and make us walk down to the pier to watch the sun rise. Then we’d spend long hours playing in the water and sand before going home to shower, change, grab some food, then head out onto the town.
The parents would take turns watching us each night so the other parents could go off and do adult shit while we went to the arcade, spending insane amounts of money to slowly but surely build up huge amounts of tickets that we would trade in at the end of the trip for some trinkets to bring home with us.
Those were good times.
It felt kind of strange to be back as an adult without my family. Stranger still to find that it was where I was going to have to finally have this talk with Voss.
We’d started out our friendship tentatively, two strange men who were wary of each other and our motivations and connections. Slowly but surely, though, information about our pasts started to trickle out.
He knew about the club and my friends. About the crazy shit that went down in Navesink Bank. Even about my family.
He didn’t know about Louana.
Because I never talked about her.
I tried like hell not to even think about her, in fact.
I’d thought I’d done a relatively good job, too. Time and distance made shit like that easier.
Sure, she came to mind when I knew I was going to be coming back to Navesink Bank in a permanent way, but I always figured it would only ever have to be a passing by on the street sort of thing. Navesink Bank wasn’t exactly a small town, even if certain parts of it were pretty close-knit.
So, yeah, there hadn’t been a real reason to talk to Voss about her.
It was supposed to be ancient history.
But when ancient history suddenly unearthed itself, I guess you had to finally stop pretending that it didn’t happen.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I traveled because I always wanted to travel.”
To that, I just got a noncommittal grunting noise. I knew Voss well enough at this point to know that was his way of disagreeing with me without actually having to say those words.
“She’s pretty,” he said.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “She always was.”
“And she wants your blood.”
It wasn’t a question, but I felt compelled to answer anyway.
“Yeah, seems like it.”
“She gonna get it?” he asked, glancing over at me.
“That’s a complicated question. If you’re asking me if she is capable, well, her dad is literally a vigilante serial killer. Her Ma once kidnapped her old man. She spent her entire adolescence in a self-defense gym. If she wants to hurt you, you’re getting hurt.”