Tossing a hand up to the top of the car, he uses the bit of leverage to climb out.. only to slam the door shut. Eddie turns and crouches down between car and motorcycle, shielded from plain view for those brief moments it took him to unbolster the sawed off shotgun he'd kept right above the drive chain. Down upon his haunches still, he turns and reaches up to the door handle, yanking the heavy Impala door open once again as he climbs back inside. The shotgun is shoved under the seat for the time being. Yet the very sight of it causes Becky to blanch a bit.. moreso when he turns to face her. Eddie draws his switchblade out again and the blade magically springs from its sheath. He holds it just under her jaw. He tells the other broad, Lara, "Drive, Baby Doll."Becky has a sudden Epiphany.. and not the good kind either. "Are you.. are you going to kill me, Eddie?"
"No," he leans close, whispering into Becky's ear. The feel of it makes her close her eyes and simply pray he is telling the truth. But then again, truth is relative. Edward Quist will not outright kill her. Yet Becky will die of natural causes before the night is through. For at some point between Mac's Truckstop World and wherever it is they are headed.. Rebecca Davis will bake under the hot Nevada sun as temperatures soar into the triple digits inside the trunk of her own late model Chevy Impala. It is only after they burn rubber skid marks from parking lot to interstate frontage road.. and well out of view of gawking onlookers peeking out the diner window and perhaps laughing to themselves about what a crazy fucked up world it was when people flaunted their alternate threesome lifestyles right out in public -- only in Las Vegas, of course -- that Eddie deeply kissed the knocked-up bitch.
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