The Dabbler: Raven's Thunder

Chapter Five

I got to the hospital a minute or two before the lawyer. There was a new security guard at the front desk, and I quietly but firmly warned him that he had better treat people like human beings or else.

I made sure he believed me.

Little Jack and Tiger were sitting in the lobby, cuddled up tighter than a whore's purse strings. The small plastic bag with his belongings was in Little Jack's lap. His clothes hadn't even been washed before they had shoved him out the door.

"Tiger, get him in some proper clothes," I growled, tossing him the clothes Raven had rustled up. "Toss that shit he's wearing in the trash." Tiger nodded and jumped up from the chair, pulling Little Jack with him.

"No, D, these are good clothes, they'll wash up just fine," Little Jack insisted.

I leaned over him and glared at him. "I didn't hear you," I said sternly.

Little Jack just gave me a sweet, wide smile. "Whatever you say, D." Then he reached up and kissed me on the cheek.

The lawyer walked through the lobby then, with an important-looking man in a formal police uniform. I fell into step with them.

Officer VIP tried to glare at me, but I ignored him.

"Ah, this is a friend of Mr. Garanzetti," the lawyer squeaked.

Yep, that's how Stringbean got his name. His name got corrupted to Garbanzo in five seconds flat, and then to Stringbean because of his wiry build.

It was fun in the jail ward. I reached out and triggered the officers again, since the force had, for some reason, rotated the same jackasses back in.

"Sir, we really should inspect him for contraband again," one of the officers insisted. "We don't know where he keeps getting it, but we have to search him three, four times day."

"What kind of-" Officer VIP almost choked on his own tongue when one of the officers started "searching" Stringbean's dick.

The lawyer looked ready to pass out.

Stringbean, however, just laid back with a cocky grin and his arms behind his head.

"Yep, got a lot in there," he agreed, leering at Officer VIP.

One of the officers pulled off the little shit's dick long enough to allow the other one to take over. "We're not sure exactly what it is, sir, but we're pretty sure it's some kind of narcotic. It tastes pretty addictive."

It didn't take long for the two cops to get Stringbean off. Remember, they'd had a bit of practice at it. They swallowed that load pretty eagerly.

Maybe they were right about the addictive properties, after all.

That was definitely one of the quickest, and tense, prisoner releases of all time.

While everybody else was dealing with paperwork, I handed Stringbean the clothes Raven had scared up. Officer VIP about had a stroke when Stringbean stripped off the hospital gown and dressed slowly, in the middle of the room with everyone watching.

The two officers who had been "searching for contraband" seemed to be watching him a bit hungrily, but that's probably just my dirty mind at work.

Once he was dressed, Officer VIP handed over the personal effects they had confiscated.

"Do I get all the contraband they took, too?" Stringbean snickered, nodding his head toward the two officers with glazed eyes.

I got him out of there, then. One of the nurses saw us, and took off running in the opposite direction.

We stopped and picked up Tiger and Little Jack. I made the lawyer drive us back and drop us off at the mouth of the alley that led to Raven's.

The gang-leader's eyes just about popped out of his head when he saw Stringbean, upright and breathing.

"Little Jack, Stringbean, you probably recognize these little ladies," I remarked. "I need to have a talk with them, you guys go on inside."

Once the guys were inside, I pulled some things out of my pocket. The cholos practically shit themselves when I started drawing a triple circle around them.

When the circles were complete, I pulled the stoppers on the little glass vials, and carefully drew out the symbols in colored sand.

"Carnies get to be pretty close, like a family," I told them. "You're going to find out what that's like, firsthand, but you need some practice first."

I finished the last of the symbols, and worked my will on them, energizing them.

The sudden windstorm inside the circle seemed to rip their clothes right off them. They practically collapsed as they were released. The leader tried to charge at me, but he had to get past his friends first, and they grabbed him.

"What the fargh!" he shouted as one of the boys shoved their tongue down his throat, and another did his best to work his tongue up the leader's ass. Within a moment, the circle was an orgy.

I walked into the bar, and Raven showed us all upstairs, where he'd made sure we could all rest in comfort. I let him know what to expect, and what needed to be done by the end of the day.

The rest of the guys that had been arrested by the police were already sacked out all over the place. The four of us grabbed a corner of the room, and skinned out of our clothes. Within minutes, Tiger and Little Jack were wrapped up around each other.

"I suppose you want something, in return for all you did," Stringbean told me.

"You can't give me what I want, Stringbean," I told him. I'd been holding it back for weeks now, and it was suddenly too much. Blame it on little food and no rest.

"What's wrong, D?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Little Red's dead, 'Bean," I choked. The next thing I knew the little shit had my head in the middle of his chest, rocking me as I cried.