“Lee’s already on that,” Mace stated, walking back to us. “And you better prepare, woman, ‘cause he’s also on his way here and he’s not real happy.”
Whatever.
Lee wasn’t real happy when Indy and I bottle rocketed Nina Evans’s front yard when she spread that rumor I had herpes, her brother went ballistic and he had to step in.
And he wasn’t real happy the sundry times I’d gotten a bit past tipsy and interrupted his evening for a ride.
I could go on.
He always got over it.
He’d get over this too.
“I’m gonna go see if my stun gun is charged,” I told Mace and Luke.
Luke frowned at me.
Mace frowned at his boots.
I barely got three steps before Tex was there.
“I’m in,” he declared.
“This is team play,” Luke declined.
“I’m in,” Tex repeated.
“This’ll take three seconds, we don’t have to deal with a wildcard,” Luke returned.
“I’m,’ Tex leaned in and finished on a boom, “in!”
Luke stared him in the eyes.
Then he muttered, “Fuck.”
By the way, that was verbal macho badass that meant Luke was giving in.
A second after that, the bell over the door went and I looked that way to see Lee stalking in, eyes on me.
Yep.
Unhappy.
Whatever.
* * * * *
“Tex and Brian are already in place,” Lee said to me.
We were in the biography section of the bookshelves.
It was near go time for Operation Takedown New Mexican Baddies.
Tex, you know. Brian was Brian Bond. He was a uniformed cop who had been a rookie when Indy had her Rock Chick Drama, but now he had some experience under his belt. He was also partner with Willie Moses who, aside from being a seriously fine black man, was a friend of the family and a very good cop.
“I know,” I answered Lee.
“You go in, you keep an eye out. You do not look at Tex or Brian, even a glance. They do not exist for you,” Lee ordered.