Lucie V.

Henry slams the door shut, closing me inside with the group of them. “Salsa Von Sauce is prepared to tango. Would you like to kowtow to me now or would you prefer Velveeta

Henry slams the door shut, closing me inside with the group of them. “Salsa Von Sauce is prepared to tango. Would you like to kowtow to me now or would you prefer Velveeta and Sriracha to help?” I ask as I flash them my two guns.
“I’m pretty sure this guy is fucking nuts,” Pia says.

“Jackson, Waylon’s coming home with us,” I announce.
“Grudgingly,” Waylon says. “I really feel like I’d be safer home alone… safer anywhere but with Leland.”
“That’s how everyone feels around Leland,” Cassel explains. “You’d think that feeling would go away the longer you know him, but it doesn’t.”
“There’s only one way to get it to go away,” Jeremy says.
“Kill him?” Cassel asks.
“I was thinking severing your friendship with him, but I’m interested in your theory,” Jeremy says.

“Were you… were you hiding from us?” Jackson asks in disbelief.
“Not ‘us,’” Henry grumbles.
That makes Cassel bust out laughing. He’s laughing so hard that it takes him a moment to pull out a sassy, “Ha ha ha! He was hiding from you, Leland! How’s it feel to know that a sophisticated man like Henry chose to hide under his desk to avoid seeing you?”


“Hey, Leland,” Cassel says a moment before Leland smacks him with Rhonda. Cassel stumbles back in surprise more than anything as I yank the bag over his head and Leland starts the duct tape.
“Jeremy, I think I’m being abducted, but I’m not sure,” Cassel shouts. Jeremy glances over at us from where he’s leaning against the counter, not too concerned about what’s happening.

“How much will you pay me if I break into their security system and record Jackson’s dancing?”
I freeze. My heart is beating out of my chest in anticipation. It’s hard to breathe, I’m so excited. My head whips around to face Cassel.
“NO!” Jackson demands.
“All of it,” I whisper. “ALL.”
“Got it,” he says as he gives me a warm smile and a thumbs-up.

“I think we’re sinking,” Cassel announces.
“That’s a defeatist attitude,” I decide.
“Hey, Siri, play ‘My Heart Will Go On,’” Cassel says.