Page 6 of Shenanigans

Chapter Three

Yeah. Yeah. I was trembling in my boots. Dutch on the other hand was far scarier than Tomas. I bolted from the warehouse and ran over to the Impala. Hot dang! The keys were in the ignition. Crap. Would I be interfering with a police investigation, if I borrowed it?

“No matter how long it takes, Iwillfind you,Sister,” Dutch roared from inside the warehouse.

Shit! Instead of going after Tomas, he was coming after me. Dutch’s priorities were screwed all to hell.

I jumped in and started the Impala up. The front end hopped up and down. I found a remote control and punched a button. The rear end hopped up and down. I tried the bottom button. The car rocked back and forth.

Oh, dear God, this could only happen to me. I hit another button. The rocking stopped.

Blowing out a breath of relief, I put the Impala in gear and drove off. The front end abruptly bobbed up and down like some demented rabbit. “Fuck!” I pogoed down the alley.

Tinkerbell wiggled out of my pocket and yapped.

“Yes. I know we’re in trouble.”

She barked frantically.

“No, the mean doggies won’t eat us.When she yapped again, I added. “Or the birdies.”

Tinkerbell looked out the window and yipped and yipped.

“You arenotseasick.”

She growled.

“No. I’m not calling you a liar, but have you ever been on a boat?”

Arf.

“Lose the attitude. I just risked my life to save you. Show some gratitude.”

Tinkerbell bared her teeth.

I rolled my eyes.“Do you want to end up in doggie jail? Cause, if I get caught, that’s exactly where you’ll go.”

Woof.

“Didn’t think so.”

The sirens got closer and closer. It sounded like every cop in the city was responding. There was no way I could outrun them. I needed to ditch the car and the habit. I pulled into the rear parking lot of a convenience market.

Tinkerbell barked a warning.

“Are you shittin’ me?”I looked down the alley. Sure enough, Dutch was running after us. Persistent bugger.

The little Yorkie let out a series of yaps.

“You’re right, he does look like he wants to kill us.”I shot out of the car and quickly picked the lock on the backdoor of the store.“You coming?”

Tinkerbell jumped down and scampered into the store.

I broke the lockpick off in the keyhole. Dutch wasn’t getting in this way. Flipping the light on in the restroom, I grimaced at the filthy poo-filled toilet. How hard was it to flush?

Tinkerbell wrinkled her muzzle in disgust and yipped.

“Yes, it does smell like something died. You can wait out here.”

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