Connie looked around the coffee shop. “It’s not so bad here. I could try switching to decaf.”
I gathered Connie’s files and stuffed them into her tote bag. “You could work from home.”
“I’ve got my mother with me,” Connie said. “She’s staying while she recovers from her hip operation. I love my mother, but I’ll slit my throat if I have to spend more than twenty minutes with her. She hums. Do you know what it’s like to live with someone who hums all day?”
“I guess it depends if she’s a good hummer,” Lula said.
A muscle worked in Connie’s jaw, and her right eye twitched. “There are no good hummers. It’s all hummm hum hummm hummm. That’s it. Fucking all fucking day fucking long.
“ ’Scuse me,” Lula said. “I didn’t know there was a issue. Maybe you need a pill or something.”
I unplugged the laptop. “You can use my apartment. It’s quiet. And it has everything but food.”
• • •
I got Connie settled in at my dining room table, and Lula and I took off to find Merlin Brown. I pulled into the lot to his apartment building and we immediately spotted his car.
“I guess it’s a good thing we found him home,” Lula said, “so why does it feel like a bad thing?”
“Because we don’t have any idea how to capture him?”
“Yeah, that could be it.”
I’ve seen Ranger make captures. Eighty percent of all felons immediately surrender at seeing Ranger on their doorstep. He’s not a man you’d want to take lightly. The remaining twenty percent are instantly taken down and cuffed. He makes it look easy. Sad to say, I’m not nearly Ranger. My successes are the result of luck and dogged perseverance. And the dogged perseverance has more to do with desperation to make an overdue rent payment than an innate strength. Still, I usually get the job done, and I’m a better bounty hunter than I was last year.
I parked beside a broken-down van on the opposite side of the lot from Merlin’s black SUV. “He knows us now,” I said, “and he’s not going to let us into his apartment. Let’s sit and wait for a while and see if he goes out for lunch.”
“Then what?”
“Then we figure it out.”
“This is gonna be boring,” Lula said. “Good thing I got a movie on my phone. And I got music. And I could check the weather. I could even surf the Internet, and maybe I could find Bobby Flay makin’ a burger. I’m into cooking.”
“I didn’t think you had a kitchen.”
“Well yeah, but I’m into
We sat for forty minutes, and at high noon the door to the building opened, and Merlin limped out.
“I got an idea,” Lula said. “We could run him over with the car.”
“No.”
“Boy, you’re a real party pooper. You got a better idea?”
“He’s going out for lunch. I say we follow him and wait for a good place to take him down.”
“We aren’t gonna run at him and tackle him again, are we?”
“That wouldn’t be my first choice.”
Merlin drove down Stark, turned toward the government buildings, and after a block pulled into a 7-Eleven parking lot. He cut his engine, left his car, and carefully walked inside, keeping his weight off his bandaged foot. I parked one space away, got out, and arranged my equipment. Cuffs tucked into the back of my jeans. Pepper spray in my sweatshirt pocket. Right to apprehend papers in my jeans pocket. Stun gun in hand.
“Cover the door,” I told Lula. “And for heaven’s sake don’t shoot him again.”
It was lunchtime, and the store was filled with government workers loading up on nachos, hot dogs, candy, junky drinks, and cigarettes. Merlin was in line for nachos. I sidled up to him and the man standing behind Merlin elbowed me aside.
“Back of the line, lady,” he said.
Merlin looked over his shoulder at me, and recognition registered. I reached out to stun gun him, he batted my arm away, and the stun gun flew off into space. I had pepper spray, but I couldn’t use it in a store filled with bureaucrats. By the time I retrieved my stun gun Merlin had already knocked Lula on her ass and was in his car, spinning his tires, leaving the lot. I was holding a lot of anger, and it was directed at the idiot who elbowed me aside. I casually sidled up to him and accidentally stun gunned him. He went down to the floor, wet his pants, and I felt much better.
“This is getting real old,” Lula said, back on her feet. “On the bright side we’re at 7-Eleven, and I can get nachos for lunch.”
Lula and I ate our nachos in my car and washed them down with Slurpees.
“This isn’t such a bad job,” Lula said. “We get a lot of personal freedom. We could eat lunch wherever and whenever we want. And we meet a lot of interesting people. Vampires and such. I don’t especially want them suckin’ on me, but aside from that it’s pretty good. And I already got some mileage out of seeing Merlin Brown naked.”
I scooped up the last of my nacho cheese and a small sigh inadvertently escaped.
“You on the other hand, don’t look so happy,” Lula said.
“I feel like my life isn’t going anywhere.”
“And?”
I did another sigh.
Lula drained her Slurpee. “Why do you gotta be going somewhere? Seems like it should be enough that we had nachos. And we got meaningful jobs. We catch bad guys. If it wasn’t for us there’d be vampires and all kinds of shit running around loose.”
“Actually the vampire is still at large.”
“Yeah, but we’re thinking about catching him.”
“And what about my relationships?”
“Here we are back to the relationships,” Lula said. “I knew it was gonna come to this. Your whole problem is you turned yourself into a glass-is-half-empty person. You got two hot men on the line, and you look at it like a bad thing, but I see it like hitting the jackpot. You probably could even have
I looked down at my jeans. I still couldn’t button them. “And on top of everything else, I’m getting fat,” I said.
“That’s not your fault. You had the hex put on you. Bella gave you the boils and all. And now you got the vordo.”
I put my phone to my ear and called Connie. “Have you had a chance to find out about vordo?”
“No,” she said, “but I’ll ask around.”
“Not that I believe in it,” I said to Lula, hanging up.
“Sure,” Lula said. “I don’t believe in it either. Whatever the heck it is. Still, I’m glad I don’t got it.”
I put the Escort into gear and drove Lula to the coffee shop so she could get her Firebird.
“What are you gonna do now?” she asked.
“I guess I’ll go home.” Okay, I guess I was feeling a little defeated. And I guess I was sort of embarrassed about stun gunning the guy in line, but if we’re going to be brutally honest here, I was just glad I wasn’t the one to wet their pants.
EIGHTEEN
I PULLED INTO THE LOT to my apartment building and realized Mooner’s bus was parked there. When I offered the use of my apartment to Connie I hadn’t anticipated Vinnie and Mooner hanging out there. I took the elevator to the second floor, walked down the hall, and even before I inserted my key, I caught the smell of pot.
