Girl Gone Wild part 6 (A Lenny Parker serial)
by Jochem Vandersteen
I play bass in a
lousy metal band called the Necromantic Poets. We practice infrequently and not
often and perform even less frequent. I always like hanging out with the guys,
though. We jam in our vocalist’s garage.
Mikey Taylor,
our vocalist is a good looking guy with long brown hair. Our guitarist is a
wiry guy with a Mohawk, that’s what we call him as well. Our drummer is a
lesbian chick called Casey. She wears her hair in a different color every week
and sports more tattoos on her arms than I do.
We were trying
out a new song called Leatherface Please
Kill Bieber when I fucked up the bass line once again.
“What the fuck,
Lenny?” Casey said. “Where’s your head at?”
“Sorry babe,
it’s about this case I’ve been working on. Can’t get it out of my head.”
“Spill it,”
Casey said an put down her sticks.
I told her about
Melinda, Beck and her dad.
“That’s kids for
you,” Casey said. “Don’t know what’s good for them. Used to be just like that.”
“Used to?”
Mohawk said, retuning his guitar.
Casey threw a
stick at him, which he barely avoided. “Shut up, fuckhead.”
“I just don’t
know what to do. I mean, I’m not hired anymore. The kid doesn’t want me
involved. Still, I can’t let it rest. I just can’t. It’s wrong and I should do
something about it.”
“Why don’t you
just go to the cops?” Mikey asked and threw me a can of Coors.
I caught the can
and popped the tab. “I can’t prove anything. It will be my word against all the
others.”
“Yeah, you’re
right. Sucks.” Mikey opened up a can of beer for himself and drank it.
“Maybe I should
make sure I’ve got the evidence to back up my accusations,” I said. “And you
guys might be able to help me out with that…”
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