“I forgot to tell you, I pledged,” he said to her. “I’ll just go get that.”
“Thank youso much,” Luna oozed.
After shooting Luna a killing look his wife couldn’t see, Bobby took off, but his spouse remained at the door.
It felt shit, not sharing her husband was a scumbag, but our hands were tied.
Apparently, righteous extortion had its drawbacks.
“Long day for you gals,” she said.
“Yes, but we collected at least twenty-five thousand in pledges today. Isn’t that amazing?” Luna asked.
I fought a smile.
Twenty-five thousand was maybe what that Rolex was worth, possibly more. Though, pawned, probably less, but still, it’d keep Jinx covered for a good while.
“Oh my God, that’s great,” the woman enthused.
“People are so generous,” I said.
Bobby came back and shoved a wad of cash in my hands.
The brunette’s brows snapped together, her gaze on the cash.
“Thank you for your kindness, we’ll leave you be. Good night!” I cried.
Luna and I turned away only to hear the brunette ask, “Where did you get so much cash, Bobby? Did you go to the bank today?”
The door snicked shut.
“Loser,” I muttered as we headed to the car at the curb.
“Asshole,” Luna muttered.
“Dickhead,” I kept it up.
“Piece of shit,” she put in.
“Creep.”
“Perv.”
“Skeeve.”
“Prick.”
“Jackass.”
“Douchebag.”
I was so angry, I was insulted out.
We got in the Accord and headed back to Roosevelt.
* * *
Luna rolledup in front of Jinx’s patch by the litter-strewn, rusted-cage-windowed building, and she put the flashers on.