Hardcore Twenty-Four (Stephanie Plum 24)

“He has his own skill set.”

“Could you find Slick?”

“Slick isn’t my problem.”

“Yes, but he’s my problem. And I could use some help.”

Diesel grinned. “Maybe we could make a deal.”

Omigod, another deal! Isn’t it enough I have to sleep with Ranger? Okay, let’s get real. I want to sleep with both these men. I mean, who wouldn’t? Damnation. I was going straight to hell.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“If I find him for you, I get to see you naked.”

“That’s it?”

“Should I have asked for more?”

“No!”

“I figure once you’re naked . . . who knows.”

I squinched my eyes closed and smacked myself in the forehead. “Unh!”

“Is that a yes?”

“No! It would feel icky to get naked and have you look at me.”

“Okay, so how about strip poker?”

“No way. I’ve seen you play poker.”

“You pick a game.”

“Old Maid.”

“Works for me. Let’s go.”

“Now?”

“Do you have something better to do?”

I followed him to the door. “Do you have a car? Do you know where to look?”

“Yes and no. Here’s the way it works. You tell me where you want to look. We go there and walk around, and if he’s there I’ll probably know.”

“I could do that.”

“Yeah, but I can do it better. Where do you want to look?”

“His parents’ house. The cemetery. The woods around Diggery’s double-wide.”

We stepped outside, I locked the door, and looked at the car parked behind Big Blue. It was a red Ferrari.

“That’s your car?” I asked.

“It was available. I take what they give me.”