“But he wasn’t disappeared?” Lula guessed.
“Not even a little,” Diesel said. “The guard pulled his gun and pointed it at Snuggy’s forehead.”
“I don’t understand why it didn’t work,” Snuggy said. “It always worked before.”
“Maybe it didn’t work because you aren’t a friggin’ leprechaun,” Diesel said.
“Did you get the money?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Diesel said. “I persuaded the guard to go to sleep, and we got the money. And then Green Pants panicked when a second guard came in. He took off shrieking like a girl and ran all the hell over the building with the guard running after him.”
My phone rang, and I grimaced at the number displayed. It was my mother.
“I’m calling the police,” my mother said. “Where are you?”
“I’m on my way back to Trenton.”
“Thank goodness. Let me talk to your grandmother.”
“She’s sleeping.”
“It’s morning. How could she be sleeping?”
“I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure she’s sleeping.”
“Will you be home soon?” my mother asked. “I have
cold cuts for lunch. Should I make some potato salad? Maybe get some nice rolls.”
“Grandma said she wanted to go shopping, so we won’t be home for lunch. I’m going to take her to Quaker Bridge Mall.” I made some static sounds. “I’m breaking up,” I yelled into the phone. “Can’t hear you. Gotta go.” And I disconnected.
Diesel was smiling. “You’re going straight to hell for lying to your mother.”
“You never lied to your mother?”
“I’m a guy. It’s expected.”
“What’s the plan when we hit Trenton?” Snuggy wanted to know. “Where am I supposed to park this monster?”
“Drop Lula and me at the bonds office on Hamilton, so we can get our cars. Then you can park this in the lot behind my apartment building,” I said.
Stephanie Plum 13.5 - Plum Lucky
Chapter 7
Lula and I watched the RV pull away from the curb and chug down Hamilton.
“This has been a strange couple days,” Lula said. “Good luck and bad luck and good luck and bad luck. And then there’s the stupid leprechaun. And now your grandma’s been kidnapped. How often does that happen? “Course, there was that time she got locked up in the casket and burned the funeral home down. I guess that counts for a kidnap.”
I was fishing through my purse, searching for my car keys. “I’m worried about her. Delvina is a scary guy”
“Tell you the truth, I’m worried about her, too. Is there anything I can do?”
“No, but thanks. You were great today.”
“I’m going inside to talk to Connie.” She looked past me to the car pulling up to the curb. “You have a visitor. Mr. Tall, Hot, and Handsome is here.”
Ranger parked his black Porsche Turbo and angled out of the car. He was in his usual Rangeman black.