Page 64 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf
Bessie rumbled outside the church, becoming visible as the morning sun burned away the mist.
Selene and her mom did their best to haul a body lying outside into the building, one holding the head, the other the feet, but both huffed with strain. Grams and Gramps might be old, but years of working a farm left them strong. They each dragged one inside. Derek knew better than to tell them to sit down while he handled it.
Derek dumped Rogers within before exiting to give Selene and her mom a hand. “I’ve got this.”
“Thank you,” Athena’s mom murmured. “For everything.”
“Ares is in a van at the back having a nap if you want to check on him.”
The women scurried off, as did Athena still in fur, trotting around the church. Only when she was out of sight did Grams whistle. “Fine-looking wolf. Glad we got here in time.”
“You okay with my girlfriend being a werewolf?” he asked. Not that it mattered. He couldn’t change how he felt.
“Are you kidding? I’m going to have the most epic great-grandbabies ever!” Grams exclaimed.
Whereas Gramps rumbled, “We’ll need a few extra freezers to store meat once they learn to hunt.”
Figured his grandparents would focus on the positive. And he knew he could trust them to keep the secret.
“You’re sure this will burn all the evidence of what they were doing?”
“Yup. The bones might be found, but the cops will assume a drug lab gone kaboom.” Grams pointed to a case in the back of Bessie. “You just need to plant this meth in one of the vehicles they were using.”
“Do I dare ask how you got the meth?”
“Drugs will be excellent for trading once the apocalypse hits.”
He held in a sigh. She did have a point.
It took less time than expected to move all the bodies and plant the drugs. Ares got moved from the van to his truck bed, where he continued to snooze.
When it came time to light the fire, Grams offered the Molotov cocktail and lighter to Athena—who’d shifted and dressed while they cleared the scene.
“Would you do the honors?”
“With pleasure,” Athena stated.
She lit the rag and tossed it perfectly inside the broken doorway. Flames immediately whooshed, the gasoline inside igniting.
They didn’t stay to watch it burn. Better to be far away before someone noticed and the fire crews came to put it out.
The call for Derek to go in and fight it came just as they pulled into the driveway. Derek almost called in sick, but this was his chance to ensure they’d not forgotten anything.
So back out he went, taking his gramps’ pickup, joining up with the fire crew who could do little but ensure the church fire didn’t spread.
The vehicles closest got singed pretty good, but the van with drugs remained intact enough for the cops to declare it a drug lab operation.
When one of them spotted blood on the pavement, the theory went from meth lab explosion to drug war. Or as the detective stated, “Looks like a rival gang wiped them out. Good news in a sense for the taxpayer, as dead criminals are cheaper than live ones awaiting trial.”
By the time he made it back to the farm, Derek ached with exhaustion. Upon walking in, he expected to be bombarded with questions and chaos, but instead only Athena waited.
“Where is everyone?” he asked.
“Out for dinner. Your Grams thought you might need some peace and quiet.”
“I do.” He sighed.
“Do you need me to leave?”