“I see you and Indy haven’t changed much,” Darius told Ally.
Everyone looked at everyone else. No comments were made because it was more or less true.
“That was anti-climactic,” Eddie said after several beats.
I walked up to Rosie and slapped him upside the head.
“Ow!” Rosie shouted at the same time Chowleena barked.
I stared at him then slapped him upside the head again and Chowleena barked again. She thought we were playing and wanted to be in on the fun.
“You idiot!” I yelled and then smacked him another one.
“Ow! Quit it! She’s hitting me.” He looked at Lee. “Do something, you’re the police!”
Lee simply watched.
“He isn’t the police,” I told Rosie and hit him again.
“Ow!” Rosie looked with desperate eyes to Darius.
“You?”
“Me? Police?” Darius actually started laughing. It took years off his face and made him handsome again. If I wasn’t in such a tizzy, I might have stopped to appreciate it.
I smacked Rosie upside the head again, Chowleena barked again.
Rosie looked wildly around and yelled, “You all have handcuffs and guns. How do you have handcuffs and guns unless someone’s the flipping police?”
Instead of hitting Rosie upside the head, I shoved his shoulder.
Eddie slowly raised his hand.“Indy, guess I’m gonna have to ask you to quit doin’ that.”
I got up close to Rosie and stared down on him. “If I wasn’t so happy you’re alive, I’d kill you.”
Rosie seemed to deflate.
“Indy, I’m sorry.” he said, looking miserable and smelling worse.
“Sorry? A week ago you had three friends. Now Tim’s dead, The Kevster’s behind bars for trying to save your pot plants and I don’t have all afternoon to tell you all that’s happened to me. Newest nightmare, bookies are taking bets on if I’ll go off with icky, creepy Wilcox.”
Rosie blanched and said, “Euw. He looks like Grandpa Munster.”
“That’s what I’m sayin’!” I shouted at him.
“I wish I had all day to watch this show but I got things to do,” Darius put in. “You gonna call this in?” he asked Eddie.
“Yeah.” Eddie’s eyes moved to Lee. Eddie had taken off his shades and slid an arm in the collar of his tee so they were hanging at his throat. “We gotta talk. Do you think Betty and Veronica here can keep an eye on these two?”
“I get to be Veronica,” Ally said instantly.
I turned to her. “Why do you get to be Veronica?”
I didn’t want to be Betty, Betty was a doormat. Veronica had attitude.
“I’m so Veronica,” Ally said in answer.
“Unh,” the hit man groaned.