Chapter 29Warpath Journal: Dateline: Alexandria, LouisianaThe next morning, I see the corpses again. The blood-smeared familiar faces of young and old.
This time, they won't go away.
It's all her fault. Kitty Willow—or Kitty Poison Oak. She puts it in motion when we stop to eat after driving through the night.
We order breakfast in a rundown diner along the road near Alexandria, Louisiana. I order breakfast, I should say; the other three don't seem to be hungry for some reason.
Quincy, at least, has toast and coffee. When the food comes, he asks Kitty, "Will the studio pick up the tab for our friend here?"
Kitty puts down her glass of ice water, which is all she ordered. "There's no studio, you big joker," she says. "You know darn well the Willow Emergency Fund covers this."
