“Got away? No. You’re still looking. He wasn’t in the clinic, so he’s still out there somewhere.” Martin looked at the bloody scratches on the side of his hand and grunted his frustration.
“We’ve been everywhere.”
“Then check everywhere again! That damn throp can get us all in an assload of trouble. I am not going to take the heat for this. Get back there and find him!” Martin pointed toward the street. “And take Kent with you!”
Kent groaned, “Why do I have to be out here?”
Drissy glared at her son, “Because I said so and because our livelihood depends on it. Just go!”
Kent scowled and headed for the street.
“Why do you give yer mom so much trouble? You know we gotta get this throp. If he gets gone, them others might get some ideas.”
“That’s not what they’re worried about.”
“What do you know about it? We gotta keep these throps dumb.”
Kent smirked, “What do you know about dumb, Carl?”
“I know plenty. I been watchen yer uncle, so I know how to handle these things.”
“You couldn’t handle your own ‘thing’.” Kent reached through the fence and pulled a stick off the bush to hit the fence with.
“I can handle any ‘thing’ you can think of. Unlike you, I’m gonna watch and learn how to do everything in this business, then I’m gonna be in charge someday and I’ll really show these dumb throps where they belong.”
Kent swatted the fence as they walked along it and grumbled to himself, “Carl, you’re too dumb to realize how dumb you are.”
“What was that?” Carl stopped and turned around, “You best learn how to speak to me. I’m gonna be yer boss someday and if you keep talkin like that yu’ll be gettin the same as the throps.”
Kent stopped paying attention when he noticed the eyes staring back at him from the bush. He knew what he was looking at and he knew what was looking at him.
“Is you listenin to me?”
He looked at Carl, wondering if the moron had noticed anything.
“I’m older than you, so I’m in charge now and if you don’t stop acting like a kid, I’m gonna start treatin ya like yer dad.”
Kent stared into Carl’s eyes and blindly shoved the stick through the fence.
“That’s right. Man up and let’s go find this stupid throp.” Carl pointed sternly at Kent’s nose then turned and headed down the street.
Kent looked back at the bush. He didn’t see the eyes anymore, but he noticed some fur between the leaves and smiled.
“Come on, idiot, you won’t find him standing there.”
He smirked and touched the fence before following, “Nope, not finding him here.”
