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“I’m stuck. You gotta get a hand under my ass and shove.”
“Not gonna happen.”
She wrapped her arms around my head to keep from slipping, and we went over backward. WUMP.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
“Hard to tell with you laying on me. I might need a moment.”
We both got up and reassessed the situation.
“My Via Spigas are on the wrong side of the fence,” Lula said, tugging at her skirt. “No way am I losing them Via Spigas.” She hauled her Glock out of her purse and drilled five rounds into the gate lock.
“Holy cow!” I said. “You can’t do that. That’s loud. Everybody’s probably calling the police.”
“There’s no everybody,” Lula said. “This here’s a ghost town.” She tried the gate, but it was still locked. “Hunh,” she said. “Maybe we could dig under the fence.”
“Do you have a shovel?”
“No.”
“Then you’re going to have to decide between your manicure and your shoes,” I told her.
“Over you go,” Lula said.
She got me to the top of the fence, where I hung for a moment, swung one leg and then the other, and managed to fall without fracturing anything. I opened the gate, let Lula in, and we looked in the back windows. Same deal. No Joyce in sight. Back door was locked.
“I could get us in,” Lula said. “I could have a accident with one of these back windows.”
“No! No broken windows. And no more shooting at doors. I can get Ranger to sneak me in.”
“I bet,” Lula said. “Not that it’s any of my business or that I care about what’s going on with you and Mr. Mysterious. ’Course, if you were dying to tell me, I suppose I’d have to listen.”
“The only thing I’m dying to do is get out of here.”
We unlocked the gate from the inside, returned to Lula’s Firebird, and she drove me back to the bonds office.
“Looks to me like Ranger got your car washed,” Lula said, eyeing the RAV4 parked behind the bus. “I can’t ever remember seeing it that clean. Ranger’s like a full-service dude. He rescues your car from being stolen, and he returns it detailed. I’m guessing you must have made him real happy in Hawaii. Not that I care. I’m just taking a winger here.”
It was more like I made him happy, and then I didn’t make him happy, and then I made him happy. And then the shit hit the fan.
“He’s just a clean kind of guy,” I said to Lula.
“Yeah, I could see that.”
Lula took off, and I went to my car. The driver’s side door had been left unlocked. The key was tucked under the mat. There was no Big Buggy in the backseat.
I punched Ranger’s number into my cell phone. “Thanks,” I said. “Did you get my car detailed?”
“There was a problem with blood on your right front quarter panel, so Hal ran it through the car wash.”
“Omigod.”
“Nothing serious. Bugkowski slipped resisting arrest and smashed his face into your car.”
“Where is he now?”
“Bugkowski was screaming like a little girl and drawing a crowd, and Hal didn’t have the paperwork to justify a capture, so he had to let him go.”
