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Robbie never turned his phone off. For him not to answer he had to be doing one of the three esss- showering, having sex or sitting on the toilet. Whatever it was I was praying that it wouldn't take long.
"I'll give this guy five minutes and if he doesn't call we will just go on over to headquarters and maybe someone there will recognize you."
I looked at the clock on the dash. Three minutes had passed already. Then another minute flew by. Finally, four minutes and fifty-eight seconds later Officer Perry' s phone rang. It was good old Robbie. I had never felt such relief in my life.
"Detective Jensen said he would meet us right here. I guess we will wait."
"What do you mean you guess we will wait? You owe me an apology. The law is supposed to work together officer and you have caused me to lose a murder suspect, whom we have been searching for all day today."
"Well Lieutenant, You have broken the law today parading around town in that hooker getup."
"Well officer I am under cover. You just wait until Captain Wright hears about this."
"You just wait until my uncle hears about this."
"Pray tell, who is your uncle the governor?"
"No he's Chief Gordon."
"So what? Big deal!" I said.
(I sure didn't want Officer Perry to know but the chief and I didn't get along that well. He and I had butted heads many times over the last few years. Chief Gordon liked the way I always solved the case but he wasn't too crazy about the way I went about it sometimes.
Of all things he accused me of not going by the book and of taking too many unnecessary chances. I never could figure out where he came up with that.
"Ah there's my partner," I said, never in my life so glad to see Robbie Jensen. I just wanted to run to him and hug his neck but I didn't think that would look too cool.
Rob got out of his SUV and sauntered over to the car. "What in the world do you think you are doing man? We could probably have your badge pulled for this."
I jumped out of the car and walked toward Robbie. Before I could shut him up he said, "As a matter of fact I think we will talk to Chief Gordon about this matter."
"Robbie drop it!" I said.
"No, hell no. I am not going to just drop it Cathy. Officer Perry is way out of ...(he caught
sight of me out of the corner of his eye.) What the hell? Oh my gosh! Get in the car Cathy. You have got to get out of here."
We both hopped in and Robbie took off.
"Okay, Cathy let's hear it."
"Jimmy White Feather came into the club. I chased him out here but he took off on his motorcycle. Thanks to Officer Perry we have lost some precious time. I tried to explain the situation to the guy but he just refused to listen."
"Where to?" Rob asked.
"Let's go back by Jimmy White Feather's place but pull into a drive through somewhere and let me grab a bite to eat. I'm famished."
Rob pulled through the first burger joint that we came to.
"Oh hey Rob. You'll have to loan me some money. I don't have any on me."
Robs olive eyes danced with delight. "Oh yes you do. Just look inside your waistband and your top."
I looked down. "Oh cool."
There were fives and tens hanging from all over the place.
"Wow! I made that much money in less than five minutes and I didn't even have to take anything off."
"You hardly have anything on."
"Can I take your order please?" A male voice called over the intercom.
"What'll you have?" Rob asked.
"Just get me a chicken sandwich and a sweet tea."
Sweet tea? You shouldnt have all that sugar. It cant be good for you.
Since when did you become my nutritionist?
Hello? the dude called over the intercom. Can I take your order please?
Just a sec! Rob hollered back.
Now Cathy back to that sugar thing. Why cant you just get it unsweetened or get a diet soda?
Because I happen to like sweet tea. What are you a Yankee or something?
No Crazy. Im from North Carolina. But thats North so you probably think Im a Yankee!
Anybody who doesnt drink sweet tea is a Yankee!
I looked out the back window. There were three cars behind us.
Please sir can I take your order! The voice sounded more huffy than it had five minutes before.
Just a minute! Robbie hollered back at the young dude.
What the hell do you want Cathy?
I told you already. Get me a chicken sandwich and a sweet tea. Make it a large sweet tea.
Rob sighed. Why does a little gal like you need a big old drink that you cant even get your little hands around.?
Im going to put my little hands around your throat.
Rob sighed again but finally caved.
Im ready to order now!
Go ahead! please! The boy shouted.
We want a chicken sandwich and a large sweet tea!
Rob just because you are eight years older than me does not mean that you should patronize me. I am a grown woman for heavens sake. The man was getting on my last nerve.
Im not that much older than you are Cathy.
Yes you are.
No Im not.
Well, Im 28. How old are you Goober?
Dont call me Goober.
Dont act like one then.
Im not.
Yes you are.
"That will be five twenty-three the voice said. Rudely interrupting our argument.
Rob jerked a ten-dollar bill out of my bra top.
Ouch! I popped his hand.
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