(Author's Note: This is a 'what if' side story for The Perfect Pussy series. I never felt that I really had a chance to let Waylon talk about his feelings for Keni and think over what drove him over the edge. A lot of you have suggested that for his crimes he be locked up or sent to a mental hospital, maybe he will agree with you, but let him speak for himself and then decide from there okay, after all this is still America and the process of being innocent until proven guilty is still a part of our freedom...God Bless America...!)
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Waylon sat on the front porch of Noreen's house and felt the girls shift with the impatience of waiting. Noreen had sent them outside to wait while she was busy packing up their rooms. He had offered to help, but she had passed on it, telling him instead to go wait for his brother and try to relax. As if he could. The more he thought about what was ahead, the more he wanted to get up and just start running. His stomach had been in knots all day, barely letting him eat and feeling as if it would all come back up once he was able to swallow it. Which was a bummer, Noreen was almost as good a cook as his mom.
He was still in knots too about taking Noreen and the girls back to Crossroads. They weren't going to hear much good about him, what if they began to hate him, he didn't want that. Not from them. For the first time he began to wonder if Harley had ever had such doubts about going home...but even as he wondered, he knew it was a foolish thing to think. Harley had never been afraid of anything in his life, neither had Dean.
It was Leigh who saw the truck first. "Waylon, is that them?"
Following her line of vision he nodded. "That's them..."
"Your brother has a pretty truck..."
Yes he did, Waylon could remember all the long hours Harley had spent on it, and the times he had let his little brother help. As they pulled up to the curb, he saw that Keni was sitting next to Harley, and she looked perfectly content. "Maybe you girls should go inside. This may not be something you two should see or hear..."
Both of them clutched at his arm. "No, we want to meet them...we won't let them hurt you Waylon, you been hurt enough..."
The screen door closed behind them. "Yes you have...my girls are just as stubborn as I am, or haven't you figured that out yet Waylon..."
Looking over his shoulder, he grinned. "I guess I should have by now..."
Harley and Keni came up the walk, and Waylon saw the protective way his brother kept Keni close to him. When they came to a stop, Harley looked at the girls and at Noreen. "Never knew you to hide behind women and kids Waylon..."
"He isn't hiding..." Hannah spoke up. "Waylon doesn't need us to protect him either. He can protect himself..."
Both Harley and Keni smiled. "Wow, tough one isn't she. There something you never told us little brother...?"
Waylon looked at the two girls. "No, but I wish there was. This is Hannah and Leigh Wilson, and the lady standing behind me, glaring at you is Noreen, their mother..."
"Before we get too involved in this, why don't we go inside...too public out here," Noreen spoke up.
Harley and Keni nodded. "That might be a good idea, there's some serious stuff going on and in all honesty, we're all damn confused about it."
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In the house, Noreen sent the girls up to play then perched on the arm of the chair he sat in. Keni and Harley sat on the couch that was acting as his bed. He looked at his brother and wondered why they both looked so serious. "So what is going on...?"
That made Harley and Keni exchange glances. Finally Keni spoke. "Noreen said you were in the hospital and here in Dallas for the last three months. Can you prove it?"
That sounded ominous. "Yeah, there are records and the police reports and all. Keni, what's going on...?"
She swallowed hard and pulled a yellow folder from her bag. "We stopped off on the way here to talk to Sheriff Jones and get this, it explains things better then we can. Now, if you can prove you have been here for the last three months, then all the better, but if you can't, then I suggest you run as far south as you can get because right now you are the most wanted man in Oklahoma, Montana and Idaho." Her bright green eyes moved to Noreen. "You working in a hospital, you might be able to handle the pictures better then I did...but some of them are pretty graphic and I admit they made me sick to my stomach the first time I saw them...hell I still can't look at them without wanting to throw up..." She handed the folder to Waylon. "The first one is Davia Montoya; they found her on the freeway up near Tulsa. The details are in the folder. She'll live but the next three weren't so lucky. The man is Luke Norton; they found him near a line cabin in Montana, the girl is one who disappeared from Billings about fifty miles away, she was found in the cabin near his body. And the last one is Randall Marshall. They found him on a dirt road near McCall, Idaho. They also found Anita's car about twenty miles from there. With a man named Max Connor's finger prints all over it. Randall's girlfriend is still missing. This is her..." She took a color photograph from her bag.
Waylon noticed the resemblance instantly. "She looks like you Keni..."
Keni nodded. "To quote my mom and sister, a dead ringer...it did not lighten the mood." She visibly shivered. "Waylon, how did you get in contact with Max Connor...?"