Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
“You fuck, look at the room, what is in full view and what isn’t?” He looked at the screen and wasn’t fast enough to hide his smile of approval before making it disappear.
“Shit, the wall with the video playing. Did she change the room around? What?” He shrugged his shoulders. I give up; they’ll never learn.
“Forget it. Let’s find out what message was sent to who?” Tyler and Zak started tapping away at keys, trying to find out. I knew it was a lost cause, at least for now, when they both started bitching
“Nothing, Russo strikes again. I’m sure he’s the one who gave them whatever it is that has us locked out of their system.
“I’m going to New England, New Hampshire, New wherever the fuck place he lives and fuck that kid up. What the hell is his problem?”
“His wife, your long-lost cousin? She’s on the women’s side.”
No, it’s more than that. I know what his problem is. His daughter is another Mengele in the making, so he’s getting ahead of the game. Not on my watch, you little shit. I know these kids around here; my kids and the ones from Cali are always making snide-ass remarks about Boomers. I’ma boomerang, my foot in one of their asses before long.
“Mancini, get me in that room. I wanna know what she did when she did it and who she did it with.”
“This is a good thing; we want them to outsmart us, don’t we? I thought that was the whole idea.”
Creed, are you fucking stupid? You want Mengele going rogue with all the shit we have around here? She’s already got a grown-ass man hogtied in the bushes back there, surrounded by snakes and poison fucking grass. You fuckers only gonna wake up when she has us all in fucking specimen jars?”
“Ha-ha, specimen jars. Colton said a big word.”
“Shut dafuq up, Tyler.” I saw Mancini give his head a slight shake to settle the rest of them down. That’s his usual ammo when he’s about to handle me.
“Okay, boys, give him a break. You know how he gets when you know who gets one over on him.” This fucker was doing his best not to smile. I’m about to make him swallow his teeth. I looked back at the screen at the back of Mengele’s head. Why is she tormenting me?
“Uh, Colt.”
“What is it now, Hank?”
“She’s asking for fossils.”
“What kinda fossils?”
“Preferably a few hundred thousand years old. She claims the world isn’t millions of years old.”
“On what basis?”
“Okay, hear me out here and remember this is all her deal. Don’t shoot the messenger. She’s working on something called the Methuselah strain.”
“The meth what?” He rolled his eyes like I had time for his or her shit.
“She claims that the oldest tree in the world is less than five thousand years old, so therefore, she doesn’t believe that there is any other lifeform that was actually millions of years old, and she’s a bit skeptical of the hundreds of thousands of years as well.”
I rubbed my forehead where the headache was budding. “What does this have to do with fossils, Mancini?”
“Okay, but it’s a lot, so follow along.” By now, every man in the room was all ears because they’re all military fucks who believe in hoodoo bullshit because of some fuck they saw in the air or under the sea. I don’t wanna shit about anything that’s not right in front of me. If it happened in the past, good fucking riddance. If it hasn’t happened yet, dafuq, does it have to do with me?
“Shoot!”
“Okay, she wants me to get her some older fossils to study both human and maybe prehistoric mammals.”
“What dafuq for?”
“She thinks that the human body isn’t supposed to disintegrate, and since bones live longer than our organs, etc., she wants to do some research on the bones and see. Fuck it, she wants to figure out how to have her grandparents live longer.”
“Who? The pothead nosy ass Elena Lyons and my in-laws?”
“Yep!”
“Isn’t that shit that shit she’s growing medicinal? That should have the pothead among us for about a hundred and fifty years, give or take. And what the fuck does she plan on doing with that doctor?”
“Oh, that, well, she’s done with him. She got all the information she wanted. She didn’t say what her end game was with him.”
Knowing my crazy ass daughter, now that she’s on this bone shit, she’d either skin him down to the bone to study his shit or, since he’s a brilliant psychiatrist in his own demented right, she’d probably pick his brain until she’s done with him. By then, he should be half a damn vegetable from fear. Speaking of which.
“How sure are we that she removed the venom gland from those reptiles after she extracted the venom from them?” I’m not going to think about how often she had to handle them to get the venom out. If her mother ever knew she had those things back there, she’d freak. Then I’d have no choice but to go back there and burn the shit to the ground.