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“It’s a good hobby,” Lula said. “You got any others?”
“I like football. And I used to play golf, but my ex-wife threw my clubs away when I was in jail.”
“I would never have done that,” Lula said. “I would have sold them.”
Connie came into the kitchen and handed me a folder. “Regina Bugle. Original charge was domestic violence. She ran her husband down with her Lexus and then backed over him.”
“See, now there’s a take-charge woman. I bet he deserved it,” Lula said.
We all considered that for a moment.
“Anyway, she didn’t show up for court yesterday,” Connie said. “She was a first-time offender, so she shouldn’t be difficult. Just don’t try to apprehend her when she’s in her car.”
I took the folder and thumbed through the information. She was thirty-two years old. Caucasian. Her photo showed a pretty blond wearing lots of makeup. She’d run over her fifty-nine-year-old husband and left him with two broken legs, a couple cracked ribs, and a bunch of bruises. My guess was she’d signed an unfavorable pre-nup.
“She has a Lawrenceville address,” I said to Connie. “Is she still there?”
“Yes. I spoke to her this morning. She said she forgot the court date, and she’d stop around to sign new papers when her schedule opened up. I interpreted that to mean never.”
“Where’s the husband?”
“He’s at some fancy rehab facility in Princeton.”
“Let’s roll,” I said to Lula.
“Only if you promise we’ll be back here by six. I don’t want to miss the bacon muffins.”
• • •
The Bugles lived in a large brick colonial on a sizable landscaped lot, in a neighborhood filled with expensive homes. A black Lexus was parked in the driveway.
“Looks like she’s home,” Lula said. “And good
news. She’s not in her car.”
I rang the bell. A blond woman opened the door and looked out at us.
“Regina Bugle?” I asked.
“Yes. What’s it to you?”
“Rent money,” Lula said. And she zapped her with her stun gun.
Regina crumpled into a heap on the floor, eyes open, fingers twitching.
“Jeez,” I said to Lula, “you ever hear of unnecessary force?”
“Yeah, but I barely used any force. I just touched her with the prongs.”
I pulled cuffs out of my back pocket and clapped them onto Regina. “Watch her while I check the house,” I said to Lula. “Do not zap her again.”
I walked through the downstairs checking to make sure doors were locked and appliances were off. I returned to Lula, and we got Regina to her feet. Her knees were wobbly, and her feet weren’t connected to her brain, so we pretty much dragged her to my Escort.
“This is gonna change our luck,” Lula said. “We were in a slump, but now we snagged someone, so we’ll get all the others. That’s the way it goes. When it rains it pours.”
Ten minutes from the police station Regina regained control of her mouth muscles.
“Don’t think you won’t pay for this,” she yelled from the backseat. “I ran my asshole husband down, and I’ll run you down, too. Both of you. The first one’s going to be the bitch who rang my doorbell.”
