Blood Of Belladonna

Joe Salas' big problem? Convincing the police that his snoopy home-nudist neighbor, Dee Dee Turner-complaining about dead people in his shed-is crazy.
Detective Croy thinks she's telling the truth. He just can't prove it. Yet.
When Joe's long-lost cousins, Roy and Eddie Vega show up looking for their brother Ricky, things get desperate.
Joe's dead sure where Ricky is.
And Roy and Eddie have their own family secret. It runs in the blood.

“My head hurts, man,” Eddie mumbles against his arm.
“Yeah, I bet.” Roy catches a rest stop sign and glides into the crawl lane behind an eighteen wheeler. He tucks the Pontiac into a space and cuts the engine, the motor ticking a steady beat under the hood.
“Lean on over here and let me take a look at it.” Roy lifts the edge of the Kotex away exposing a swollen bruise steadily bleeding. Looking at it now in sunlight, Roy sees that the bullet entered just under the skin, exited and re-entered again. No exit.
“Shit, Eddie, looks like the bullet’s still in there.”
Eddie re-animates and sits up checking his head in the rearview. “Damn!” Eddie whines, feels around above his ear, “Gotta hole in my head, Roy! That mean the bullet’s still in there?”
“Looks like it, but don’t panic.” Roy sticks the tape back on. “It didn’t kill you out right, so you’re probably not gonna die.”
“How do you know that? You a bullet expert, Roy? I don’t remember you going to school and gettin’ a fuckin’ bullet degree. Shit, I got a hole in my head. How deep do you think it went?”
“Hard to say, Eddie. You’d need an x-ray to tell for sure.” Roy pulls the keys and opens the door.