“No, you don’t.” Prudence Van Bollin, Katrina’s aunt, stepped out from the driver’s side of the pickup. “Unless you mean me. But I don’t help douchebags who threaten my niece.”
Dressed in a blood-soaked wedding gown, hair matted, face streaked deep red, Prudence reached into the truck and pulled out an axe, its blade dripping. Firelight turned the blood nearly black. She wiped at it with the back of one hand, only smudging it around.
“Trying to scare me?” Cord said. “I don’t f*****g scare!”
“What’s Halloween without a few good scares?” Van Bollin said.
“Rog, Kevin! Get your asses out here now!” Cord shouted.
“Don’t waste your breath. Pru, show Tamara how her boyfriends are doing.” Van Bollin nudged Tamara. “Go on. It’ll clear things up.”
Reluctantly, Tamara followed Prudence around b
