Seven Up (Stephanie Plum 7)

“Do I get to keep the twenty?”

“Yeah, you can keep the twenty.”

“Do you want a diddle for it?”

“No!”

“Jeez. No need to yell. I just didn't want you to feel cheated. I give people their money's worth.”

“How about the guy you clocked?”

“He tried to stiff me. You think I'm out there on that corner for my health? I got a mother in assisted living. I don't make the monthly payment and she's living with me.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“I'd rather fuck a rhino.”

I parked in the police lot, reached over to cuff her, and she started waving her hands around.

“You're not gonna cuff me,” she was saying. “No way.”

And then somehow with all the hand waving and struggling the automatic door lock got popped and Roseanne jumped out of the car and ran for the street. She had a head start, but she was in heels and I was in cross-trainers, and I caught her after a two-block chase. Neither of us was in good shape. She was wheezing and I felt like I was breathing in fire. I clapped the bracelets on her and she sat down.

“No sitting,” I said.

“Tough. I'm not going anywhere.”

I'd left my bag in the car and the car looked a long way off. If I ran back to the car to get my cell phone Roseanne wouldn't be here when I returned. She was sitting, sulking, and I was standing, fuming.

Some days it didn't pay to get out of bed.

I had a really strong urge to give her a good kick in the kidney, but that'd probably leave a bruise and then she might sue Vinnie for bounty hunter brutality. Vinnie hated when that happened.

It was raining harder and we were both soaked. My hair was stuck to my face, and my Levi's were drenched. The two of us settled in for a standoff. The standoff ended when Eddie Gazarra drove by on his way to lunch. Eddie's a Trenton cop, and he's married to my cousin Shirley-the-Whiner.

Eddie rolled his window down, shook his head, and made tsch-tsch-tsch sounds.

“I've got a situation with an FTA,” I said to Eddie.

Eddie grinned. “No shit.”

“How about helping me get her into your car.”

“It's raining! I'll get soaked.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“It'll cost you,” Gazarra said.

“I'm not baby-sitting.” His kids were cute, but last time I stayed with them I fell asleep and they cut two inches off my hair.

He did another tsch. “Hey, Roseanne,” he yelled. “You want a ride?”

Roseanne got up and looked at him. Deciding.

“If you get into the car, Stephanie'll give you ten bucks,” Gazarra said.

“No I won't,” I yelled. “I already gave her twenty.”