I looked beyond Delvina and saw Diesel at the garage entrance.
“Hey, Delvina!” Diesel said. “Are you looking for me?”
Delvina turned to look at Diesel, and Doug lunged at Delvina, knocking him down. Tank and Hal rushed at Delvina and wrestled the guns from him.
“This isn’t plastique taped to him,” Tank said. “It’s modeling clay.”
“It was short notice,” Delvina said. “I couldn’t find any plastique.”
Hal looked over at the armored truck. “Where’d that come from?”
“He borrowed it,” I said.
Two police cars angled to a stop in front of the garage.
Diesel ambled over to me and released the handcuffs. “Are you okay?”
“Yep.”
“Good thing I was here to rescue you.”
Doug kicked Diesel in the leg, and Diesel went down to one knee.
“The horse says you’re full of road apples,” Delvina said to Diesel.
Stephanie Plum 13.5 - Plum Lucky
Chapter 12
Lula pushed her way past the police. “Connie and me heard about this on the scanner, and we figured it had to be you,” she said to me. “Where’s Ranger? He still out of town?”
“Yep.”
“I bet you can’t wait to tell him how you drove a armored truck through his fancy-?ass security gate.”
Just thinking about it gave me creepy crawlies.
Delvina was going nuts in cuffs. “I itch everywhere,” he said. “Someone scratch me. Scratch my nose. Am I breaking out? I need my medicine. I got a bottle in my pocket. Someone pop a pill in my mouth.”
“I got big news,” Lula said. “You’ll never guess what came in the mail just now. Remember that photographer in Atlantic City? He sent me a letter. He said he was real sorry the photo shoot got moved, but he thought my pictures were hot, and he sold one of them to the tourist board, and they made it into a billboard. And he sent me this check for five thousand dollars and a picture of the billboard.”
I looked at the photo. It was Lula in a red lace thong, and across her boobs was written WE CAN KEEP A SECRET IN ATLANTIC CITY — NO MATTER HOW BIG! Lula’s left boob had to be about five feet wide on the billboard, and I couldn’t even estimate the size of her ass.
“I gotta go to Atlantic City to see my billboard,” Lula said. “This is so exciting. I know us supermodels aren’t supposed to get excited about this shit, but I can’t help it.”
“Doug says he’d like to see your billboard, but we don’t have a horse trailer anymore,” Snuggy said.
“I talked it over with Stephanie’s grandmother, and we’ve agreed that the Delvina money should go toward Doug’s operation,” Diesel said to Snuggy. “The money should more than cover the vet expenses and buy a horse trailer.”
Snuggy’s eyes got red and he swiped at his nose. “That’s real nice of you. Doug says he’s sorry he kicked you. And Doug just had a good idea. Maybe we can buy the RV from Grandma instead of a horse trailer, and then Doug and me can go on trips together.”
“I’m sure Grandma would be happy to sell you the RV,” I said.
“And I have more good news,” Diesel said. “The issue with Doug’s previous owner has been resolved, and Doug is officially in your care. I now pronounce you horse and leprechaun.”
I walked outside with Diesel. “How did you know I was at Rangeman?”
“Lucky guess.”