Page 39 of Shenanigans

“Don’t tell me she dumped him?”

“Yep. Wouldn’t even listen to his side of the story,” Jana answered.

“Whoa! That’s low. Poor guy gotta have abandonment issues.”

“Dutch needs a woman who will stick by him. Someone like you,” Jana proclaimed.

“Me? With all my not-so-legal activities, he’d end up arresting me before the month was up.”

“True.”

A siren sounded in my purse. I ignored the ringtone. “Did Liam ever get his condo back?”

“About a month ago, but Natasha refused to move out.”

An evil smile curled my mouth. “I can get her out.”

“A spider infestation?”

“I was thinking of using cockroaches, a horde of scorpions and a bunch of mice.”

Jana glanced at my purse as the siren kept blaring. “Don’t tell me you gave Dutch his own ring tone?”

“I did.”

“Are you going to answer it?”

“Hell, no,” I said.

Jana sighed and shook her head. “Need my assistance with Elvis?

“Yep. I’m on a deadline. Dad needs my help locating an elderly woman who went hiking in the Superstition Mountains. Her dog, Bobo, was found alone on the trail.”

“Let me guess. He needs you to question the dog?”

“You got it.”

“And Doctor Doolittle rides to the rescue once again,” Jana sniped.

What had crawled up her butt? “It’s supposed to hit 110 degrees today. She’ll die if we don’t find her.”

“I know. Sorry, I’m being such a bitch, but your life resembles some wild, blow- them-all-to-hell action flick and if you’re not careful, it’s gonna kill ya.”

Crap. Jana was still upset about me getting shot at. “I love you too and I promise I’ll be more careful.”

Jana chortled. “You have the mayhem gene. Wherever you go, weird shit happens. I doubt even the detective can keep you out of trouble.”

“You’ve been hanging around dead people too long. What you need is some fresh air and sunshine,” I replied.

“I’m not certified for search and rescue yet.”

I rolled my eyes. Like that mattered. “Since half of the team is busy on another rescue, Dad needs all the help he can get. Do you have your go-bag with you?”

“I always carry it.”

“Good.” The siren blared again. I glanced at my watch. It was 10:10. Maybe Dutch would be late for court and the judge would toss him in the hoosegow. I smiled at the thought.

“You do know, he’s gonna find you.” Jana pulled the Miata to a stop in front of my office.

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