Dogs of the Never Never : Choosing The Battles

“We must find them.”

“What, right now?” Jon glances at the clock. It was still early and even though he didn’t have to work tomorrow he really wanted a rest. The past few days had been pretty draining, all things considered.

“They have attacked you, have they not?” Hunter raised an eyebrow. “These are not the simple villains you suppose them to be; don’t judge the whole by what little you have seen.”

“Well yeah, but–”

“Then we must go.” She gestured toward the door imperiously. “Unless you wish to wait for them to come here?”

“No, definitely no.” This was the very last place he wanted them to come. He could deal with the dogs and the ghosts and the unreal chaos of the past few days, but only as long as it left real life alone. The instant things crossed over and started messing up other people’s lives was where he drew the line. They weren’t getting his family too.

Even though he’d been in the drive-by, it hadn’t occurred to them that the Dead Man Mafia might be able to figure out where he lived. It was down right terrifying thinking of that same brutal (if thankfully ineffective) attack focused at his parents, or his cousin. Bethy was armed and dangerous herself, but she was the only one out of the bunch he though would have a prayer.

He grabbed his coat and his keys and headed for the door. “So let’s go.”

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