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Lula went for her purse “Hold on here If that's what you want, let nue, you see what I'h the hole this sweetheart makes”

“I was sort of kidding about shooting him,” I told them

“Too bad,” Connie said

Lula shoved her gun back in her shorts “Yeah, that's da”

“So where is he? Is he in?”

“Hey, Vinnie!” Connie yelled “Stephanie's here to see you!”

The door to the inner office opened and Vinnie poked his head out “What?”

Vinnie was 5'7", looked like a weasel, thought like a weasel, smelled like a French whore and was once in love with a duck

“You knohat!” I said, hands fisted on hips “Joyce Barnhardt, that's what My grandma was at the beauty parlor and heard you hired Joyce to do skip tracing”

“So what's the big deal? I hired Joyce Barnhardt”

“Joyce Barnhardt does makeovers at Macy's”

“And you used to sell ladies' panties”

“That was entirely different I black me this job”