Slade slipped out of the booth and ran toward the back of the bar, presumably to the rest room. Sky stared and then reached for Everest’s big hand. “Is he all right? Should I go after him?”
“Give him a few minutes. I’ll tell you. By the way, I think he needs to go home with someone.” Everest slid her big body into Slade’s vacated seat. “See, what we do here is, when someone like Slade, or you, or some child, is molested, we do our best to make sure that particular fiend does not ever repeat the act. There is a huge recidivism rate for s****l predators, including those who go to jail. But if you removed certain anatomical parts, well, the drive goes away, tra la, tra la. And some of our beefiest customers here work on ranches where some particular tools are in regular use, you know what I
