“I guess it’s okay if you’re a bounty hunter. There are special rules for bounty hunters, right?”
Right. And there really
I wanted to get into the apartment, but I didn’t want to wake Bender. I walked around the building and carefully tried Bender’s back door. Locked. I returned to the front and found that door locked, too. I gave a couple light raps on the door with my knuckles, hoping to get the wife’s attention without waking Bender.
Kloughn was looking in the window. He shook his head. No one was getting up to answer the door. I rapped louder. Nothing. Bender’s wife was concentrating on the television show. Damn. I rang the bell.
Kloughn jumped away from the window and rushed to my side. “She’s coming!”
The door opened, and Bender’s wife stood flat-footed in front of us. She was a large woman with pale skin, and a dagger tattooed on her arm. Her eyes were red-rimmed and dull. Her face expressionless. She wasn’t as wasted as her husband, but she was well on the way. She took a step back when I introduced myself.
“Andy don’t like to be disturbed,” she said. “He gets in a real bad mood when he’s disturbed.”
“Maybe you should go to a friend’s house, so you’re not here if Andy gets disturbed.”
Last thing I wanted was for Andy to beat on his wife because she let us
Kloughn and I tiptoed up to Bender and took a closer look.
“Maybe he’s dead,” Kloughn said.
“I don’t think so.”
“He smells dead.”
“He always smells like that.” I was prepared this time. I had my stun gun with me. I leaned forward, pressed my stun gun to Bender, and hit the juice button. Nothing happened. I examined the stun gun. It looked okay. I put it to Bender again. Nothing. Goddamn electronic piece of shit. Okay, go to backup plan. I grabbed the cuffs I had tucked into my back pocket and quietly clicked a bracelet on Bender’s right wrist. Bender’s eyes flew open. “What the hell?”
I pulled his cuffed hand across his body and secured the second bracelet onto his left wrist.
“Goddamn,” he yelled. “I hate being disturbed when I’m watching television! What the fuck are you doing in my house?”
“The same thing I was doing in your house yesterday. Bond enforcement,” I said.
“You’re in violation of your bond. You need to reschedule.”
He glared at Kloughn. “What’s with the dough boy?”
Kloughn handed Bender his business card. “Albert Kloughn, attorney at law.”
“I hate clowns. They creep me out.”
Kloughn pointed to his name on the card. “K-l-o-u-g-h-n,” he said. “If you ever need a lawyer, I’m real good.”
“Oh yeah?” Bender said. “Well, I hate lawyers even more than clowns.” He jumped forward and knocked Kloughn on his ass with a head butt to Kloughn’s face. “And I hate
I sidestepped and tried the stun gun on him again. No effect. I ran after him and made another stab. He never broke stride. He was across the room, through the open front door. I threw the stun gun at him. It bounced off his head, he yelled
I was torn between following after him and helping Kloughn. Kloughn was on his back, blood trickling from his nose, mouth open, eyes glazed. Hard to tell if he was just stunned or in a genuine coma.
“Are you okay?” I yelled at Kloughn.
Kloughn didn’t say anything. His arms were in motion, but he wasn’t making any progress at getting up. I went to his side and dropped to one knee.