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  Corrupted

  Southern Watch, Book 3

  Robert J. Crane

  Corrupted

  Southern Watch, Book 3

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  Prologue

  Hobbs Green, Alabama

  August 1984

  Mick had picked the girl up on his way through town. She was tall and pretty, long hair and long legs, shown off by a pair of jean shorts that cut off mid-thigh to reveal smooth, tanned skin all the way to her ankles. She’d told him her name was Mandy. Mick liked that. Liked Mandy.

  He’d met her a few days earlier when he first got to town, walking around through the square. He’d seen her while he was killing time away from the carnival after setup was done. She still had that baby-faced look, that little bit of childish chub in her cheeks coupled with innocence in her eyes, even though she said she’d just turned eighteen. That was what had done it for Mick, drawn him in like a fly to one of those new zappers. That innocent look.

  It was awful hot, like it got in Alabama in summertime. Mick felt the sweat creeping down everywhere but mostly along his back and forehead. He gave Mandy a half-assed smile, but he could see she was sweating a little, too. They walked along toward the field outside of town where the carnival had set up. It was getting toward late as they approached, field full of cars all the way to gates, where the lights were already all on.

  The Ferris wheel was a big one; took a truck to move it even when it was disassembled. Mick had helped put it up, unpacking and getting the pieces and shit together. It was a good day’s work, but now it was done, and it lit up the night as it made its slow spin. The sound of laughter carried on the hot wind. Last week, the carnival had been in Mobile, and the wind had come off Mobile Bay with a little cool air. Here it was dead and stifling, like someone had opened the oven and fanned the heat out at him.

  He started to say something to Mandy but stopped. Turned and half-opened his mouth before he caught himself. Didn’t have nothing but dumb things rolling through his head, and it was driving him nuts. Here was this pretty young thing next to him, and Mick’s brain couldn’t come up with nothing but stupid to spit out.

  “How much do you travel?” Mandy asked, breaking the silence between them.

  He glanced over and saw those sweet cheeks—man, what was it about cheeks? Her eyes were nice too, kind of a green that still had a little dancing to it, like she hadn’t been out in the world and seen how shitty and mean it got. They kind of bounced, like she was excited about things still. And her Southern accent was pretty good, too. Slipped off her tongue and made everything double sweet, like it was rolled in sugar and fried.

  “We get around a lot,” Mick answered, and his voice sounded deeper and huskier than usual, like he was trying to sound all grown up instead of half-scared out of his goddamned mind. “Every week, it’s somewhere new.”

  She looked past him. “That sounds amazing.”

  Mick could feel his chest puff up inside, as if he’d taken in a real deep breath and was holding it, pride threatening to burst him open. It was amazing, wasn’t it? Living on the road. If it looked cool to her, it must be pretty good. “It’s not bad. Seen some nice places along the way.”

  “Where are you going next?” Her singsongy words captivated him. That and the dancing green eyes now.

  “I don’t remember,” he lied. “But we’re packing up tonight. Gotta get on down the road, you know.”

  She looked away from him now. “I know.”

  They walked across the fresh field, cutting between the cars. There were ruts here and there from where people had been parking the last few days, the smell of fresh upturned earth in the air all around them. Mick took her hand to help her over one rut that looked real muddy, still wet from a rain a couple days ago. She smiled at him, and he felt the tingle in his hand as he held hers. Once she was over the rut, he didn’t feel inclined to let it go, so he held on.

  They passed out of the field and cut between two bright, red-striped tents where the freak show and the bearded lady were set up, and Mandy let out a little giggle as she saw the sign. Mick grinned, showing her some teeth. He liked the sound of her laugh, too, liked that she still thought the bearded lady was some kind of novelty. He’d been dealing with her for years, and she was a real bitch. He supposed he might have been, too, if he’d grown tits or something unnatural he couldn’t shake.

  The lights were bright as they walked past the roller coaster. Mandy’s eyes got all big as she looked at it. “You never been to the fair before?” he asked.

  “Not like this,” she said as the car came round a turn and a half-dozen screams filled the air—excitement and fear, all mixed up in that nice way that they got when they didn’t have something shittin’-your-pants-bad to deal with. There really were two different kinds of screams; he’d heard both kinds and damned sure preferred these.

  Mick took her up, nodding at Wyatt who was taking the tickets. Mandy’s eyes flashed once when they passed Wyatt without so much as handing him a stub, and she smiled at him like they’d done something they shouldn’t have and gotten away with it. Mick just smiled back, trying to be cool.

  They rode the roller coaster twice, and he listened to her scream. She clutched his hand hard when it started to move and didn’t let go the whole time. Mick just smiled; he’d been on the coaster more times than he could count, and it was old news by now. He could see the fear the first time, knew she’d never done anything like this before. The second time it wasn’t quite old hat but close, and she laughed between the occasional shout. Giggles between the screams.

  When they got out, she took his hand again and smiled at him. He could feel the natural sway of their hands as they walked, and he caught the sly looks she gave him, the smiles, the abrupt “look away and push her hair out of her eyes” thing she did. He liked her hair, too, that honey color. They walked past the booth with the funnel cakes, heard Reg hawking them to everyone that passed. The smell was rich, and somehow it fed the moment, him smiling at her, her smiling at him. He stopped short and went for a kiss, and she returned it, pressure on his lips and the hint of her tongue somewhere in there.

  When they broke, he smiled at her again. “That was pretty good,” she said.

  “A-yup,” he agreed. “Wanna ride the tilt-a-whirl?”

  They rode the tilt-a-whirl and went through the haunted house and held hands all the while. There wasn’t much conversation, but there was breathless excitement after each experience, and more kisses, here and there, breathless as the first but more satisfying. He started to slip her the tongue, that so-called French kissing, and found it was real good. He’d never tried that before. She got a little too enthusiastic about that, but it was okay. She couldn’t stop smiling, and that was okay, too.

  “Ferris wheel?” he asked her as they almost passed it, still walking hand in hand.
He was getting dirty looks here and there from the people who knew her, but he didn’t care. He liked the faint smell of her sweet shampoo that was now a little eclipsed by the fresh smell of sweat. He took a sip of the Coke they were sharing and felt the sweet, syrupy taste linger on his tongue. It was so goddamned hot, but who gave a shit? He had a pretty girl hanging on his hand, it was a glorious damned summer night, and life was good.

  “Let’s go,” she said, her eyes alight. They were always alight now, had been all night, and he loved it. Maybe he loved her, who knew? It was like the night was running away with them, and his head was swimming from it.

  They passed Richie, who was manning the Ferris wheel, but by now doing that didn’t even get her to turn and look at him, it was just how it was. No ticket, no worries. The carnival was their damned oyster, whatever that meant. He helped her up into the box, and she smiled at him. The lights were bright outside and shining kind of dim in here. Mick caught Richie’s eye and gave him a nod, full of meaning. He got the look back from Richie and knew he was good to go. If their positions were reversed, he’d have done the same for Richie.

  Mick held Mandy’s hand on the first few clicks up the wheel. He could feel the sweat now, slick on her palm, and he wondered if it was his or hers. They came up about forty-five degrees on the rotation—what Mick called first position—and stopped as Richie went to unload the people in the next car down below.

  He had some time. Lots of time, thanks to Richie.

  “Wow,” Mandy said, looking out the window. “It’s real pretty up here.”

  “Wait ’til we get to the top,” Mick said, throwing it out there with the aura of assurance. “You ain’t never seen nothing like it, I promise.”

  She turned her head from the window, and he caught her as she turned around, kissing her full on the lips. She returned the pressure and opened her mouth. She’d gotten used to this by now, he thought, and she seemed to like it. If he’d tried it on their first kiss she might not have gone for it, but now she pushed her tongue into his mouth like she was poking a finger in his eye. He ignored the abruptness and the force of it and tried to smoothly, slowly show her how to do it right.

  They sat that way for a couple minutes until the car started moving again, and Mick broke it off, taking a deep breath as he did so. He had about ten minutes left as the car stopped in second position—three o’clock on the wheel. Richie was taking his time. “You know, I’m leaving tomorrow.” He said it quietly and a little sadly.

  “Yeah.” Mandy nodded her head, and she was clearly a little sad too, no faking. He kissed her—gentle and brief this time, not giving her enough time to cram her tongue in his mouth like she was shoving a cat in a sack. “I know,” she said as their lips parted.

  “You make me feel something, Mandy,” he said, trying to keep his eyes on hers. The trick was to not say it cheesy, like one of those big-city Lotharios that would lie to get what they wanted. The trick was to mean it, behind his eyes. He really did feel something for her. Something.

  “You make me feel too, Mick,” she said. He knew she meant it. She had a hand on his chest, running over his light shirt. Felt good.

  He kissed her again, tonguing her first this time, before she could beat him to the punch. He moved off her mouth and to her cheek, and she froze as he gently put a hand on her breast. It wasn’t bad, that’s for sure, and he could feel the bra just under the cotton shirt. He could feel her tense up, but she didn’t scream, didn’t swat his hand away, and that was a damned good sign.

  He put a kiss on the side of her neck, sucking gently on the salty skin there. Ran his tongue over her flesh and felt her get goose bumps. He left the hand on her breast and squeezed gently against her bra. She was maybe a B cup on a good day, and the padding on the thing interfered with the sensation, but she moaned a little as he did what he did. Very good signs.

  “Wait,” she said and brushed his hand off her. He withheld the cringe he felt inside as she did it and managed to smile through it. She took a second, caught her breath, and it rattled a little between gasps. “I … I can’t.”

  “It’s okay,” he said, and ran a hand through her hair. “I just … want to show you how I feel.” He leaned in to kiss the side of her neck and she pulled away.

  “I can’t … I just … I’ve never—” she said finally, and her eyes looked frightened now, like a scared animal about to bolt for the woods at the sight of a hunter.

  But she couldn’t bolt, because he still had almost ten minutes left. And like he hadn’t already known she’d never done it before? It was as obvious as the innocent look in her eyes. “It’s okay,” he said again, and ran a caress over her cheek. “I understand.” Which he did. He leaned in and put an arm around her. “I just thought maybe we could …”

  “It’s not that I don’t want to,” Mandy said, leaning into him. He could smell that sweet hair shampoo again, mingled with that little hint of sweat on her scalp as he kissed the top of her head. “I just … what if somebody found out?”

  Music to his ears, like AC/DC out of a speaker nearby. “Nobody would have to know,” Mick said. “Just you and me.”

  He could hear her swallow, could sense the gears turning in her mind. “I’d be so embarrassed. And if I got—”

  “You won’t,” he said, putting all his soothe into it. He tried to make his voice low and confident. “I can make sure that doesn’t happen, a friend of mine taught me how.”

  She glanced at him sideways. “Really?” That innocence was working in his favor.

  “Really,” he said. Not really, though. Not a chance. But once she said yes and they did it, it wasn’t his problem anymore.

  “O-okay,” she said, and that was all he needed, just that quick half nod. He could see the reluctance in how she held herself, still stiff and uncertain, eyes downward.

  Mick leaned in and kissed her again, sucked on the side of her neck, and now she got tense from that and not the reservations pinging around in her head like the ball in that game he’d seen once on somebody’s TV, bouncing off the little lines. He ran that hand up her shirt behind, tips of his fingers running over that lightly sweaty skin, slipping their way up to the fastener for her bra.

  She gasped when he popped it loose in one. Reached his hand up to the promised land as he helped her slide out of the seat and onto the bottom of the metal car. It was a little rough, true, but he felt her warmth, felt his weight against her. She was going along, but she had that look on her face, still scared. He smiled, trying to reassure her as he knelt down. She just lay flat on her back like she knew how it was all going to play out. Worked for him.

  He leaned in and kissed her again, and again. She wasn’t the one forcing the tongue anymore, maybe because she was all nerves and no energy. That was just fine, though, and he slid her shirt up and pulled the loosened bra down to expose perfect, slightly browned nipples against her pale flesh. Her legs were all tanned, but she had dark lines that ended where her shirt collars came, and everything south of there was near-white, nothing like the brown skin of her arms outside the sleeves.

  She drew a ragged breath as he looked her in her eyes—still innocent, still scared—and kissed her nipple gently. She sighed, and some of the fear melted into pleasure. Some. He kissed her more deeply, and she stirred, moaned. They’d clicked another forty-five degrees up, and Mick knew the Ferris wheel was like a ticking clock—but he still had plenty of time. He let his hand drift lower while his mouth stayed occupied, and he unfastened her jean shorts.

  She helped a little, shifting so he could pull them down. He didn’t go too far with them at first, just to below her knees. He left her white panties just where they were. Damned things covered all, but it didn’t matter because now he could get some fingers down in there. It was sweaty and damp, maybe just from the heat, but Mick didn’t care. The moistness turned him on and he suckled harder on her nipple as he started to explore the crotch of her panties. Her moans got a little louder now as he took his time, war
ming her up gently, soothing on the outside before he even thought about dipping a finger in.

  She was moaning within a few minutes as they clicked into the twelve o’clock position on the Ferris wheel. Mick could feel how damned hard and ready he was, but he wasn’t gonna take a chance and botch this. Rush and she might get cold feet. Warm up her pussy and everything else would stay ready for him when the moment came, too. She was getting into it now, he had one finger barely into her while he was rubbing her clitoris and had his lips on her nipple. She had a hand over her mouth, though, like she was trying to keep her heavy breathing from being heard by anyone. His tongue was occupied by her left nipple now, though, or he would have told her that nobody could hear them.

  He could feel her desire rising and wondered if she ever did this to herself. If not, he was just giving her all the gifts tonight, wasn’t he? Doubtful she’d appreciate it, though, after he was gone. He glanced up and saw her bite down on her own wrist as she nearly cried out, and he knew it was time.

  Mick let her breast fall out of his mouth and pulled away from her. He stared at her eyes, saw the reluctance, the Why’d you stop? He tugged her panties all the way down to her shorts and then wrapped his fingers around them as he pulled them down to her feet and worked them free of one of her white cloth shoes. He noticed the green grass stains on the shoe and smiled. She was helping him get them off and when he unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, she watched him the whole time with a hungry look.

  He walked on his knees up to between her legs, awkward as the metal stung his kneecaps with each movement. He ignored it, because who gave a fuck right now? Other than Mandy. She was about to give a fuck.

  Hopefully a hell of a fuck.

  He could see her wince a little when he pushed in the first time, even though he tried to be gentle. There was only so gentle you could be and still break through, though; at least, that was his experience. He was leaned down over her, his pelvis on hers, weight on his knees which were letting him know they weren’t all that happy about the metal bottom of the car they were resting on. He still didn’t care.