Right between those crazy, shifty eyes.It hurt like hell, because mostly what my knuckles caught was bone. But I didn’t care. I’d been wanting to punch that guy for a long, long time. The pain was totally worth it, especially when, as I’d known he would, Henderson crumpled up like a doll, and fell, wailing, to the floor.“She hit me,” he cried. “She hit me! Don’t just stand there, Nolan! Do something. The bitch hit me!”Nolan—aka Red Plaid Jacket—was too busy squawking into his Walkie-Talkie however to pay attention to his fearless leader. “We got incoming! Do you copy, Blue Leader? We are under attack. Do you copy? Do you copy?”Red Plaid might have been more interested in what was happening to the rest of the compound, but that certainly wasn’t the case with Kerchief-Head. She was pretty hacked that I’d taken a poke at her spiritual guide—hey, for all I know, Henderson might even have been her honey. She could easily have been Mrs. Henderson.I was hopping around, waving my sore knuckles, when Kerchief-Head, with a snarl that would have put Chigger to shame, launched herself at me.“Ain’t nobody gonna do Jim like that,”
