Best Enemies
Excerpt from Voodoo Blues 2, Chapter 18
Whistling to himself, Remy descended the stairs tucking the blueprints into his jackets. Stepping back into the night, the fight was still going on the far side of the dock. The sound of metal hitting bone echoed across the marina. Remy shook his head and took a seat on a wooden crate. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “You’re not gonna offer to help her?” Julien asked. He leaned against a weathered piling, twirling a knife between his fingers with the ease of someone who’d practiced the motion a thousand times. Remy glanced in Rogue’s direction and snorted. “Non, if we take her fun away from her now, she’ll whoop our asses next. Cigarette?” He held out the pack. “Merci,” Julien sheathed the blade and plucked one out of the carton. Lighting the cigarette, he took a draw off it, still observing the fight. “She ain’t got a lot of finesse, though.” A loud crunching sound rang out, followed by a muffled yelp and a string of colorful expletives. Rogue must have rebroken Matthew’s nose. That was nice. Remy shrugged a shoulder, “What can I say? The femme’s more of a brawler.” Julien hummed in acknowledgment. “Oui, I recall. She flipped me through the door of that jazz club.” “And to this day, it’s one of my favorite memories of you, homme,” Remy smirked. Julien rolled his eyes. Another loud ‘thwack’ echoed across the pier, followed by a pained grunt. Rogue stood over the fallen man, chest heaving. Matthews lay groaning at her feet but made no move to get up. Probably the most intelligent decision he’d ever made. Stomping back towards them, Rogue retracted the bo-staff and tossed it back to him. “Thanks.” “Any time,” Remy replied.
