Chapter 15
Maggie Valley, NC
23 December 2010
The Thugs
FAT THUG WOKE to the sound of a door slamming. Disoriented at first, he looked around, saw Skinny Thug standing in front of the mirror, and remembered where he was. “It sure felt good to sleep in a real bed in a warm room,” he said. “And if felt even better to use a real bathroom instead of an abandoned outhouse. That fucker was cold.”
“Yeah,” Skinny Thug said, “but it’s time to get your ass out of bed. The guy at the garage said he’ll have the part he needs as soon as the parts house opened.”
“What’s the hurry? It’s still gonna take him a while to get that old heap running. Good thing we decided to check into this motel yesterday afternoon and get cleaned up—if the car had died up in the hills, we’d have been s**t out of luck.”
