Bad Choices (Hypernaturals 8)

Bolivar

"Let us go see that assholes sisters. Find out about this Astral thing. You are out of Juice too, are you not you?" Morgan asked.

I rubbed at my face, not that doing so helps gauge anything in the glands. I only know I did not fully express them. "Not completely. Not much left though." I admitted.

"Fuck this case." Morgan said. More very understandable cussing.

"Sorry about my breath. Need to stop for some water. Need to wash out my mouth. Again. I threw up a little up there." I apologized.

"Same. There is a little store just up that way a bit." Morgan waved back toward the city. "I could barely not throw up all over that repulsive creature."

We walked to the car quietly and rolled for the Bolivar ferry. That will be on the far other end of the island from here.

We stopped, got cold water, mouthwash, jointly used the restroom and rinsed out our mouths as well as we could. Single occupancy ladies room, but we are not in there to use anything other than the sink and paper towels.

When we were driving by the Hotel Galvez I looked at it sadly. "I was having fun here before now. Now I know I am going to kill someone. Again."

Morgan glanced at the building, said nothing. At a stoplight, she touched my hand. "We are, my love. We both are. Not who I anticipated: I was prepared for the possibility it would be Andrea. Not this. We will hold each other afterward."

"Deal. You were thinking father down the road than I was. I only got to 'beat Andrea senseless' territory. Maybe geld him if he was going to try to rape Angel. If we get a chance, when we go to the meeting, we need to ask about Andrea's mother, if we can. See if she is still alive someplace. Seems unlikely." I replied.

Morgan shook 'no' but it was actually agreement. "Seems unlikely, after that incredibly gross 'used up' comment."

What Morgan and I are thinking about doing is NOT in the service of the Secret. That may be a hard sell up the line however we have both been turned into vigilantes by what happened to Angel at the hands of these people. Nakoma is untouched by any of this and we are going to make sure that never changes.

We were quiet again until we reached the line for the ferry that transports cars over to the Peninsula. Galveston is a barrier island and connected to the mainland by a huge bridge, a railroad bridge to the warehouse area, and this car ferry. Also a little bridge farther West toward Freeport. The Bolivar peninsula barely survives hurricanes and is a tiny spit of land, with one road down its middle. It is mostly beaches. There is a community called Crystal Beach that stretches along Highway 87. It was destroyed more or less in hurricane Ike in 2008, but people will be people, and it was rebuilt. I don't get that any more than I understand lift kits on trucks. I live away from the coast for a reason.

On the ferry, the two of us got out and went to the front to watch for Dolphins. You have to have sonar to swim in Galveston water. Thanks to the Mississippi river dumping its silt into the Gulf, Galveston water is brown.

No one is near us so we talked quietly. "What do we tell Angel about all this?" I asked.

Morgan obviously already gave that some thought. "How do we tell her that her husband married her because of some old feud she does not even know about? She never mentioned it to me, in any case. Ever. That Andrea never loved her because she was the wrong gender, and his entire goal in life was to get her pregnant so his dad would leave him alone?"

"How did he get past her intuition?" I asked.

"Did she just see the face? Hear the lying words? Want the man enough to ignore the warning bells? Or maybe it was being married to him and being left that gave her the ability? If that one is true then I would say one marriage too late, but Nakoma is a great kid." Morgan looked out over the waves as she talked. Not at me.