“That’s as far as we’re going for now. We have a chainsaw in the back. We’ll have to cut the tree in two and hook chains over one end and haul it back. We’ll get through then,” Boyd said.
“Yeah, I’d love to help you guys but…not really, I’m lying,” Marvin said.
Marvin was proving to be a smart-alecky, clever asshole. Kent had to give him that. It was the way he said things, the sarcasm dripping like a too-ripe peach in the sweltering heat of an August day. It was an unfortunate situation. Kent rather liked the guy.
“You two get started. I’ll supervise from here,” Marvin said as Kent emerged from the truck. “But if you don’t mind, can you give me something for the pain before you go? It’s getting a little intense.”
Kent had no doubt that was true. He’d held off on dosing him so that he was more coherent for the questioning. The problem was, he needed to reserve the stuff as much as possible. It was true that he had morphine, but it was also true he only had so much of it.
“Yep,” Kent said as he filled another syringe with clear liquid. It wasn’t the pain medication.
A few seconds after Kent administered the shot, Marvin’s eyes glazed over. “Wait, wait…” Marvin said when his eyes began to twitch. “You sedated me?”
Kent just nodded.
“Fucker,” Marvin said before passing out.
“How many times can you do that to him?” Boyd asked.
“As many times as it takes. Let’s get this…” Kent began to say but the radio alerted them there was a call coming in.
Boyd listened to the message. His dark brown eyes widened and darted to Kent.
“She wants to talk to you. Doesn’t sound good,” Boyd said, holding the radio out for Kent.
“Never is,” he said.