Sizzling Sixteen (Stephanie Plum 16) - Page 70
“How’d it go with the dead lawyers?”
“Complete cluster fuck. I didn’t get home until four in the morning. I’ve had four hours of sleep. The
feds had to come in and do their thing. The crime-scene truck broke down and was two hours late. It took forever to get the bodies released to the ME. And now I’ve got extra paperwork.”
He looked to the front of the office. “This is a zoo. It’s like vultures fighting over a dead cow.”
I looked around. “Yeah, getting to be only bones left. It’s amazing what Connie’s sold in two hours.”
“The brownies helped.”
“Do you like being a cop?” I asked him.
“Sometimes. Why do you ask?”
“I’m not sure I like being a bounty hunter anymore.”
“What would you rather do?”
“That’s the problem,” I said. “I don’t know. I’ve never had a passion for anything. I went into retail after college because I like to shop, but I didn’t especially like my job. And I’m not sure I was good at it. And then I became a bounty hunter because I couldn’t get anything else. And I know I’m not the world’s best bounty hunter.”
“You make a lot of captures,” Morelli said.
“Wow, are you being supportive of my job?”
“No. I hate your job, but you’re not horrible at it.”
“That’s the problem. I’m not horrible at it. I want to be wonderful at something.”
“I know a few things you’re wonderful at.”
“Good grief.”
Morelli hooked a finger under the shoulder strap on my tank top. “Would you like me to list them?”
“No!”
“Tonight?”
“Maybe tonight,” I said.
Morelli leaned into me and kissed me lightly on the lips. “You’re such a cupcake.”
I supposed that was good, but I wasn’t sure. I watched Morelli walk away, and I had a rush of tenderness, and then I got a rush of lust. Morelli was flat-out handsome, and I knew a few of his talents, too.
I went back to Connie. She was packing the service for eight in a box while a woman waited. She gave the woman the box and she left, elbowing her way through the crowd.
“I’m going to cut this off at noon,” Connie said. “We only have junk left. Nothing that’s going to bring any real money.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Yeah, you can get food. When I shut this down, we’ll count everything up. Lula’s either going to be passed out or have the munchies real bad by then.”
TWENTY
WHEN I RETURNED to the office a little after noon, the tables were gone from the sidewalk and the cars and trucks were also gone. Mooner’s RV was still parked in front of the bookstore, but Mooner wasn’t in sight. Most likely, he was inside the Love Bus planning out Hobbit Con. I carted the bags of food into the office and set it all out on Connie’s desk.
Connie was working with a calculator, adding in money she’d arranged in stacks on the floor. She had a Glock on the desk beside her phone. Lula was asleep on the couch. Lula woke up when she heard the food bags rustling.
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