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??m just doing my job,” I said. “I’m supposed to shoot you if you firebomb the bus.”
“I don’t see no gun.”
“It’s hidden.”
“I bet,” he said. “Let me know if you change your mind about takin’ care of my business. And give me some credit here. I don’t firebomb buses in broad daylight. I do that shit at night when no one’s around.”
DeAngelo turned away and walked into the half-finished bonds office building, and I returned to my files.
The subject of the last file in the stack was a surprise. Joyce Barnhardt. She’d allegedly stolen a necklace from a downtown jewelry store and had assaulted the owner when he’d tried to retrieve it. Vinnie had bonded her out of jail, and she’d failed to show for court three days later.
I’d gone all through school with Joyce, and she’d made my life a misery. She was an obnoxious, sneaky, mean kid, and now she was an unscrupulous, self-serving, man-eating adult. From time to time, she’d tried her hand at working for Vinnie in various capacities, but none of the jobs stuck. Truth is, Joyce made her money through serial marriage, and last I looked, she was doing just fine. Hard to believe she’d stolen a necklace. Easy to believe she’d assaulted the store owner.
TWO
LULA’S RED FIREBIRD rolled to a stop in front of the bus, and Lula swung herself out from behind the wheel and walked over to me. Her hair was dyed pink and teased into a big puffball that looked surprisingly good against her brown skin, and her body was minimally contained by her orange spandex skirt and white scoop neck tank top. She’s a former ’ho who gave up her street corner to work for Vinnie as a file clerk.
“You looking to get some sun sitting out here?” she asked. “Didn’t you get enough of that in Hawaii?”
I told her about Vinnie and DeAngelo, and how I was guarding the bus.
“It’s a hunk of junk anyways,” Lula said.
“What’s up for today?” I asked her. “Are you filing?”
“Hell no, I’m not getting stuck in the death trap bus. I’ll go catch bad guys with you.” She looked down at the files in my lap. “Who we gonna do first? Anything fun come in?”
“Joyce Barnhardt.”
“Say what?”
“She shoplifted a necklace and assaulted the store owner.”
“I hate Joyce Barnhardt,” Lula said. “She’s mean. She told me I was fat. Can you imagine?”
It wasn’t exactly that Lula was fat. It was more that she was too short for her weight. Or maybe it was that there was an excess of Lula and not ever enough fabric.
“I thought we’d save Joyce for last,” I told Lula. “I’m not looking forward to knocking on her door.”
Connie’s Hyundai cruised down the street, made a U-turn, and parked behind the bus. Connie and Vinnie got out and walked over to me.
“Is DeAngelo here?” Vinnie asked.
“Yes,” I told him. “He’s inside the building.”
Vinnie growled, doing his best imitation of a crazed badger backed into a corner, claws out.
“Cripes,” Lula said.
“It’s okay to go into the bus,” I said to Vinnie. “DeAngelo only blows things up at night.”
We all stood looking at the bus for a moment, not sure we believed that to be true.
“What the hell,” Vinnie finally said. “My life’s in the crapper anyway.”
And he disappeared inside the bus.
“What’s with Joyce?” I asked Connie. “Did she really steal a necklace?”
