Rock Chick Rescue(59)

After she was done, I didn’t know what to say. Her story made Slick and his knife seem tame. Then again, she had Lee and his army of hotties backing her up.

Tex wiped his mouth with a paper napkin and threw it on the table. “I gotta go home, play with the cats.” Tex was a kind of nutcase renaissance man: by day a coffee genius, by night a cat sitter. Apparently, he always had dozens of cats coming and going at his house.

According to him, sometimes, if he didn’t like the feel of the cat’s owner, he wouldn’t let them have it back. I didn’t find this surprising, not a lot of people would argue with Tex, even if he was essential y stealing your cat.

We al got up when I noticed Tex tense and look behind me.

I turned and saw two men I’d never seen in my life standing there. They looked like they’d seen the movie Reservoir Dogs and decided to base their wardrobe on it.

Both slim, both dark-headed, both wearing black suits, thin black ties and white shirts.

“You lookin’ for Ray McAlister?” The tal er of the two asked Tex.

Oh no.

This just got worse and worse.

Who were these guys?

“What’s it to you?” Tex answered, obviously not feeling the need to be gracious and polite.

They looked at each other.

I was closest to them and Tex grabbed hold of my t-shirt and pul ed me backwards to the side and put himself between the bad guys and me.

“There’s no need to get testy, we just asked you a question,” the shorter of the two said to Tex, trying diplomacy.

“Yeah, we’re lookin’ for him. These two are Girl Scouts and he owes them cookie money,” Tex said, not feeling diplomatic.

They looked at each other again.

“I’m not sure we like your attitude,” the tal er man said.

Tex stared at him.

“What’s the deal with you? You got two bodies and one brain?”

It was like Tex wanted them to get angry.

If that’s what he wanted, he got it.

The tal er guy stepped closer.

“Fuck you.”

Uh-oh.

“Fuck you back,” Tex said.

Eek!

“Tex,” Indy said, sidling over to me and pul ing me away,

“let’s go.”

The Reservoir Dogs men weren’t done with us.

“You find McAlister, tel him Louie and Vince want to talk to him,” the shorter one said.