Re: BOOTH, King and Mr. Effing Clean...sorta....
King pulled out a large trunk from under the stairs. Had wheels on one end, made rolling it across the floor a little easier. “Yeah.” He glanced up at the body. “That’s one way of putting it.”
Drake was something else. Hannibal hated to admit it but Big Papa vampire scared him. Son of a bitch stabbed him, kidnapped him and gave him to Danica. Hell he was the reason Danica is a vampire. So, King REALLY hated him.
“Seriously though..” Changing the subject was something he did often. Mostly because he didn’t want to talk about Drake. “Nothing is going on with her?” Opening the trunk he started to put weapons inside. There was one rifle he picked up, with a ‘mudflap girl’ on the butt of the gun, that he was extra careful with as he placed it in the trunk.