Page 58 of Shenanigans

All the men gaped at me.

“Well, do ya?” I used my Dad’s serial killer death stare.

El Muerte quickly raised his hands. Dutch and the Lieutenant started to raise their hands too.

The motorhome was suddenly full of angry cops who were more than happy to cuff the cage fighter and stuff him in the back of a patrol car.

“Nice shot Annie Oakley.” Dutch took the gun from me. “Can you call off the pit bulls before they kill Tomas?”

“Do I hafta?”

“I need to interrogate him about his criminal meat deliveries. I can’t do that if he’s dead.”

“Fine.” I linked with the pit bulls.“Stop. Sit. Stay.”

Dutch picked up his radio. “The paramedics can move in now. When the next crew gets here, send them to the motorhome.”

“Copy,” a male voice said.

Dutch tilted my head up and surveyed my face. “Damn, you look like hell.”

“Gee, thanks, just what a girl wants to hear.”

“Who taught you to shoot like that?” There was a note of astonishment in Lieutenant Wilson’s voice.

“My father.”

Jerry moaned and sat up. “What happened?”

“Bad guys tried to steal the motorhome,” I answered and pulled out my cellphone.

“Who are you calling?” Dutch the snoop inquired.

“Jana. I need a ride home.”

“I’ll take you home, after the paramedics check you out.”

“No need. Besides you stink,” I said.

Dutch sniffed his underarms. “My deodorant’s still working.”

“You reek of skunk, you idiot.”

“You do,” The Lieutenant’s nose was wrinkled in disgust. “Get back to that freezer. I’ll make sure Kandi is taken care of.”

“Yes, sir.” Dutch added, “Don’t forget our date tomorrow, sweetheart.”

“Wouldn’t dream of missing all-you-can-eat fajitas at Hilberto’s.”

The Lieutenant’s eyebrows shot up. “A fast food joint is your idea of a proper date, Callaghan?

“The best fajitas in town, sir.”

Lieutenant Wilson shook his head sadly.

I waved my hand in front of my face. “Go. Now. You’re stinking the place up.”

“Until tomorrow,” Dutch said and left the motorhome.

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