Sizzling Sixteen

“So it was a lucky bottle after all,” Lula said.

“It’s not a lucky bottle,” Vi

I turned and stared at Vi

“Yeah,” Vi

“I don’t mean to change the subject,” Lula said. “But we don’t got no bonds agency. What are we supposed to do every day?”

“And I don’t have Lucille,” Vi

“I bet I could help with that,” Lula said. “Maureen Brown and me are still friends. Suppose I get her to talk to Harry and tell him how it was all a misunderstanding and she wasn’t actually doing the dirty with you. Like, we could say her brother needed bonding out, and you were advising her.”

“Do you think Harry will believe that?” Vi

“As a student of human nature, I learned that people believe what they want to believe,” Lula said. “Anyways, if we can get you and Lucille together, and Harry don’t want to kill you no more, maybe we can get him back into the bail bonds business. And if that happens, I want a couch that vibrates.”

“You got it,” Vi

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“Hey, dudes,” Mooner said to Vi

We both passed, and Mooner transferred the Hobbits to the RV and drove off.

“If I could borrow the Mercedes, I’d go try to talk to Lucille,” Vi

I gave him the key. “Good luck.”

I let myself into my apartment and listened to the quiet. No Hobbits. No Vi

I was still in the kitchen when Ranger called.

“Just checking in to make sure you’re at home and safe,” he said.

“I’m fine,” I told him. “How about you?”

“I’m good. We went through Bluttovich’s house and found enough drugs and stolen property to put him away for a long time. And the feds confiscated his files and computer. I’m sure they’ll find more evidence against him. And his crew will talk. Those guys aren’t heroes, and they don’t like Bluttovich. I’m going out of country for a few weeks. Tank will watch out for you. And I’ll be on my cell phone. I’ll be in touch when I get back. You owe me.” And he disco

I took a shower and was about to dry my hair when my doorbell buzzed. I wrapped myself in a bath towel, went to the door, and looked out the security peephole at Morelli.

“What?” I asked, holding the door partially open.

“Can I come in?”

“I’m not dressed.”

Morelli stepped into my apartment and closed and locked the door behind him. “That’s perfect,” he said, “because I have something for you to wear.” And he dangled a lacy pink thong from his finger. “I stopped at the mall on the way home just now. I thought you’d look pretty in this.”

Janet Evanovich