Page 19 of Shenanigans

Arf? Arf?

I cocked my head.“Dunno. Maybe she has a hairball.”

Ducking Buffy’s flailing arms, Frederick did a weird tap dance around her.

“I know you’re the Ninja Nun,” Dutch rumbled in my ear.

Doing my best clueless impression, I stared up at him. “Are you talking to me?”

“Yes.” The word was a snarl.

I tapped a finger against my face. “Do I know you?”

“You’re a real riot.”

“Oh, now I remember. You’re the cranky bastard that lives next door to me. Forget your tuxedo?”

“Cut the act,Sister. You know why I’m here.”

“No, I don’t, and my name is Kandi, not sister. Go away before I call security.”

Dutch leaned down until his nose touched mine. “I don’t know how you did it, but you sic’d those damn pigeons on me.”

“Are you off your meds?”

“You also assaulted me, and that, sweetheart, is a class 1 felony.”

I gave Dutch a disbelieving look. “When and where did this horrible assault occur?

“Today at the warehouse.”

“What warehouse?”

“I’m in no mood to play games,” Dutch snapped.

“Me either. I don’t know what you’re talking about and I’ve never laid a hand on you.”

“True,” Dutch nodded. “You kicked me in the stomach. Repeatedly.”

“Teensy-weensy me, beat you up? Please. You outweigh me by sixty pounds.”

Dutch pulled out a set of cuffs. “You’re under arrest.”

Tinkerbell growled viciously.

Dutch twitched and pulled his gun. “Bite me, you little rug rat, and I’ll shoot your ass.”

My temper flared to life. No one threatened my Tinkerbell. I stepped in front of the Yorkie and poked Dutch in the chest. “Back the hell off. Only a dickless pussy threatens an itty-bitty dog.”

Jana suddenly yelled, “Oh! My! God! He’s got a gun!”

Chaos erupted as people ran screaming in every direction.

Dutch held up his badge. “I’m a cop!”

Two security guards tackled Dutch, knocking him to the ground.

I watched as they wrestled. Damn, someone was having a really bad day.

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