Several bodies are found in the area of a small town. In this town lives Daryl, the killer of all those people. The investigation goes on, the profile is made, and now the police and the FBI look for a specific type, a loner type, ... Daryl's type...
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The next morning, I get up early to go hunting with Merle. I swear it's the only time he shuts up for more than five minutes.
I prefer to hunt by myself, but we are not doing this just for the fun of it. Usually, we sell the meat and split the money. Sometimes we are lucky and take down a big one or we take down more of the small game and then I'm glad he's there so it's not only up to me to clean it and to carry it to the truck.
Today I wanna keep some of what we'll kill. The lunch Lumen made yesterday was so good I seriously consider to offer her the room for free if she'd cook for me regularly.
I haven't eaten a homemade meal in ... well, I don't even remember the last time I had a homemade meal. Sure I can cook meat over a fire or boil potatoes, but that's about it. It's not the same. I decided to keep some meat in the freezer and tell her she can use it and see how everything goes.
I'm on my second cup of coffee when I hear Merle's bike.
I go to the window, it's still dark outside and I see the lonely headlight as he approaches the house. But he's not stopping where he usually does, he parks it right in front of Lumen's window.
Has he forgotten there is only one possible room to be rented or is he trying to be a jackass on purpose? Ugh, why I'm even thinking about this? It's Merle, he's a jackass naturally, he doesn't need to try.
My eyes flick to her door before going back to the window behind Merle's dark outline. Her lights stay off, so she's either sleeping like the dead or she just doesn't bother to look. Either way is fine with me.
I move to open the door before the banging begins.
To this day I still can't believe that someone this fucking noisy is capable of being so quiet while hunting. Every time we enter the woods I wait for a shout, a branch snap... but nothing comes. He's a walking, talking mystery in some ways, my brother.
I don't have the door fully open yet when I hear him shouting. "Is that a coffee I smell? I'll have some before we head out."
Okay, trying to avoid the upcoming noise by opening the door was pointless.
"What the fuck, Merle! Are you even capable of being quiet? Oh wait, I know you are! So keep it the fuck down."
He gives me weird look, so I motion to the closed door leading to Lumen's room and I see understanding settle in Merle's eyes.
"Oh, right, we don't want to disturb the missus," he says with a chuckle as he walks around me straight for the coffee on the counter.
"Shuddup! You are making noise enough to wake a dead person." He doesn't say anything to that but only because he starts to laugh.
"What the hell are you laughing about, you dick?"
"You, being all considerate." He stands with his back to me as he's looking for a mug but I can see the shit eating grin as if he was right in front of me. He turns his head in my direction and, yes, it's there.
