“Excellent,” I said. “We’ll follow Vinnie to the police station, we’ll spring Buggy, take him home, and go get Joyce.”
“WHAM!” Lula said.
I stepped outside and waved at Slasher and Lancer. They were parked across the street again.
“You lied to me!” Lancer yelled. “You’re not going to heaven if you keep fibbing to people.”
Vinnie took off in his Cadillac, Lula and I followed, and Lancer and Slasher brought up the rear. Vinnie went straight, I turned right, and Lancer followed me. I drove two blocks, turned left, and zipped through a traffic light. Lancer wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. He ran the light and got T-boned by a Jeep. I pulled to the side to see if anyone was hurt.
“They all look okay,” Lula said, “but they don’t look happy.”
SEVENTEEN
I DROPPED LULA off at the municipal building and waited for her in the truck. I checked my mail on my phone and listened to some music. I was afraid to nap. With my luck, Raz would stumble on me. I’d been sitting there for almost an hour when Connie called.
“Your friends are back across the street,” she said. “And their car is all bashed in. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. They tried to run a light and got T-boned. Have a pizza delivered to them and put it on my tab.”
Minutes later, Lula, Vinnie and Buggy walked out of the building. Vinnie jumped into his Caddy and sped away. Lula and Buggy got into my truck. Lula took the front seat, and Buggy wedged himself into the small jump seat behind us.
“I don’t fit here,” he said. “I want to drive.”
“Here are your options,” I told him. “You can stay where you are, or you can walk.”
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“Isn’t he the cutest thing,” Lula said. “You should let him drive. He’s a real good driver.”
“How do you know?” I asked her.
“I could tell. And all the times he stole your car, he never wrecked it.”
“He’s not driving,” I said. “End of discussion.”
“I’ll hold my breath,” Buggy said.
I cranked the engine over and looked at him in the rearview mirror. “Fine by me. I don’t care if you turn blue and die.”
“I always pee my pants when I hold my breath,” Buggy said.
“That’s endearin’,” Lula said. “I bet Shrek pees his pants, too.”
I cut my eyes to Lula. “He’s going to have to get out and ride in the back.”
“Sweetums, you want to ride in the back?” Lula asked.
“No. I want to drive.”
Lula rooted through her purse and found a Snickers bar. She got out of the truck and threw the Snickers bar into the back. “Go fetch,” she said.
Buggy rolled out of the cab, ran around, climbed over the tailgate, and I stepped on the gas just as he wrapped his hand around the Snickers.
I took Broad to Hamilton, turned onto Pulling, and stopped in front of the Bugkowski house. I stuck my head out my window and yelled at Buggy. “You’re home. You can get out now.”
“Nuh-ah,” Buggy said.
“Isn’t that special,” Lula said. “He doesn’t want to leave me. We bonded real good.”
“And now you’re going to have to unbond because we need to bring Joyce in.”
“It’s just so sad to have to leave him,” Lula said.
She pulled another Snickers bar out of her purse and threw it out the window onto the Bugkowski front lawn. Buggy bounded out of the truck bed, snatched up the Snickers, and I put my foot to the floor. Adios, muchacho.
Joyce was still watching television when we walked in.
“You’re late,” she said. “I’m starving. Where’s my chicken salad? Where’s my wine?”
“It’s in the fridge,” I said. “Help yourself.”
“Are you sure this is Joyce?” Lula said. “She don’t look like tramp. She look more like bag lady.”
“Get out of my way, fatso,” Joyce said to Lula, brushing her aside to get to the fridge.
Lula glared at her. “Say what?”
Joyce opened the fridge door and I stepped behind her.
“You don’t mind if I kick her, do you?” Lula said.
“Yes, I mind. I don’t want to deliver her with unexplainable bruises.”
I was about to cuff Joyce, and Connie called.
“I don’t know if this is good news or bad news,” Connie said, “but the charges have been dropped against Joyce. The court’s returning the bond.”
“I just stun-gunned her.”
“Good for you,” Connie said.
I disconnected the phone and passed the message on to Lula.
“Does this mean I can kick her since we’re not bringing her in?” Lula asked.
“No!”
“What are we gonna do with her?”
“We’re going to get her out of my apartment.”
We dragged Joyce and her belongings into the hall, I locked my door, and Lula and I went back to the truck.
“I feel much better,” I said to Lula. “It would have been satisfying to take her to jail, but at least she’s out of my space.”
“Yeah, now all you gotta do is get rid of her cooties. You want to buy some bleach today, and maybe you can get some of that holy water to sprinkle around.”
“I’ll add it to my shopping list.”
“She had a good idea with the chicken salad,” Lula said. “We should stop at Giovichinni’s and get some. I’m gonna eat healthier and set a good example now that I got my honey pot.”
I motored down Hamilton and slowed when I passed the bonds office construction site.
“They’re making good progress,” Lula said. “They got windows in now, and they’re putting on the brick front. Too bad Vinnie gonna be dead when they finally finish.”
There was room for me to pull the truck to the curb in front of Giovichinni’s. Lula and I got out and went straight to the deli counter. I got a chicken club sandwich, and Lula got a large-size tub of chicken salad, a large- size tub of coleslaw, and a large-size tub of rice pudding.
Gina Giovichinni was at the register when we checked out.
“Omigod,” she said, looking at my black-and-green eye. “I heard Morelli beat you, but I didn’t believe it until now.”
“He didn’t beat me,” I said. “I fell in a parking garage.”
“He pushed you, right?” Gina said.
“No!”
I grabbed my sandwich, went through the store’s front door, and stopped short. Buggy was sitting in the back of my truck.
“It’s my apple dumpling!” Lula said. “Are you hungry?” she asked him.
Buggy eyed the bag. “Yuh,” Buggy said.
