Posted at 1:43 am on May 22, 2016 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
You hear what he called me, boss? I ain't no fuckin' chicken fucker!
"It looks like the number is from some town called Santa Mira," Sheri said after searching the area code.
"That place in New Mexico?" Red asked, helping himself to yet another serving of casserole to go with his fresh beer. The dish was almost empty.
"Uh... do you mean Santa Fe?" Sheri asked, looking up briefly from her phone. "No, Santa Mira is in California."
"Ohhh, right, right," Red said, taking a swig of the beer. "Santa Carla's pretty nice too."
Deadblood and Sheri ignored Red's apparent lack of intelligence when it came to locations and focused on finding all the information they possibly could.
After a few minutes more of the only noise coming from Red's mouth as the last of the food disappeared, DB said, "The number apparently belongs to the cell phone of a Owen Yates. There's not any information about his relation to the company, but his residence is in Santa Mira."
Letting out a burp, Red rubbed his stomach and said, "That was really good, Sheri. If you decide to ever leave Deadblood here, I'll be happy to take you in. Where's your bathroom?" He winked at Sheri and she couldn't help shuddering.
Once Red was out of the dining room, DB looked at Sheri and said, "So what do you think? This is the closest we've ever gotten to finding these pricks since they started hunting us."
