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And suspect it less than if it was comin’ from me.
“Good idea.”
One last thing to set up to cover my tracks: “By the way, I think it’d be better for all concerned if I tell Benjy she has an asshole ex-boyfriend after her. We don’t need him blabbing about food stamp guys.”
“That’s an even better idea. Alright, I’ll get back to you once I talk to her.”
“Did you happen to get the number?”
“What number?”
“The florist – the front for the food stamp guy.”
“No – why?”
“I’d like to have Dan look into it.”
That’d be Dan Peters, my personal Richards Police Chief bitch.
“Hm. Alright – I can call her and have her text it to you.”
“Ehh, you better get it, then text it to me. I don’t think she’s going to want to hear from me anytime soon.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty fuckin’ terrified of you at the moment.”
I smiled. That’s cause she’s smart. Smarter than YOU, anyway.
“Did you tell her I’m not going to fuck her over?”
“I told her.”
Good. Maybe she believed you.
“Alright. All’s well that end’s well, I guess. Tell her no hard feelings, as long as she gave you the whole truth.”
Wait – that wouldn’t work. She’d never believe it, comin’ from me.
“Actually, no,” I said. “Tell her I’m fuckin’ pissed, and she’s paying me double on her club fees for the next month. I ain’t goddamn Mother Teresa over here.”
Jack laughed. “Alright, will do. I’ll get back to you on the motel thing.”
Something was bugging me, though.
“Jack, before you go – how did she sound when she was on the phone with the… uh, the food stamp guy?”
“What do you mean?”
“How’d she handle it?”
I could almost hear him shrugging over the phone. “She was cool. Handled it like a pro.”
“Calm and collected?”
“Yeah – why?”
“Just wanted to make sure she can handle her shit, that’s all, if they call her back.”
That was a lie. Me wanting to make sure she could handle her shit, that is.
