Cop a Feel (Handcuffs and Happily Ever Afters) (20 page)

“So thank God all the paperwork was in a waterproof folder,” Mrs. C said, handing over a thin lime green plastic case. “We’ve deciphered it, but I think we need Shoshanna to figure it out.”

“Did you run it by Steve?” I asked, praying Edith would return quickly. My eyes were watering and my nose felt singed.

“Nah, he’s kind of pissed about a little mishap in his office and we figured it out on the drive up. No time. Although we should probably give him a call. He is involved.”

“Probably,” I muttered, thinking that it was stupid not to have informed him first, but the sisters worked with their own set of rules. I just hoped they really had something . . . because we didn’t.

“Got it,” Edith bellowed as she arrived, carrying four huge boxes. “Do we just shove it in our . . .”

“No.” I cut her off before Luke and I had to hear whatever term they favored for female genitalia. “Pour it all over your bodies and rub it in.”

“Strip,” Mrs. C told her sister.

Luke and I couldn’t turn away fast enough. “Let us . . . um, know when you’re done.” I’d seen too much in my short life that I couldn’t erase. Mrs. C and Edith naked and douching their skunky bodies off would make my brain implode and I would most likely die.

After twenty minutes of staring at the back of the hotel and imagining them scaling it, they were done.

“You can turn your pansy asses around now,” Edith told us.

We turned to find them decked out in sequined halter tops, leather pants, and combat boots. They looked like drowned circus clowns, but the smell had abated somewhat or else I’d just gotten used to it.

“I smell like spring rain,” Edith boasted.

“And I smell like extra cleansing vinegar and water in a field of wildflowers,” Mrs. C added.

“That’s fantastic,” Luke said. “Now lets get our asses back up to the room and figure this out.”

We trudged back around the building. Although the smell was better, it definitely still lingered, as proved by the parting of the Red Sea of protesters as we made our way to the hotel entrance. The wrinkled noses and gasping of the Jesus lovers would have been humorous if I hadn’t been a participant. This day was only getting worse and I worried what else it held in store . . .

“W
hat in the hell is that smell?” Shoshanna screeched when we entered my room en masse. The sisters were positively sheepish in the presence of their idol.

“Sorry,” Edith muttered, getting down on one knee and genuflecting to Shoshanna. “We had a little run-in with a skunk’s ass. We douched thoroughly and we are deeply mortified to offend you in any way.” Mrs. C dropped to her knees beside her sister.

“Get your asses up.” Shoshanna laughed. “You kill me. I hope no harm came to the skunk.”

The old dykes paled considerably and mumbled something incoherent about the skunk being happy, healthy, and fine—prancing off into the field of wilderness behind the hotel to play with his skunk friends. I realized we’d completely forgotten to inquire about the skunk, but from their ridiculous story, I was certain the skunk would no longer use his ass again. Ever.

“Okay, time to get to work.” I sat down at my laptop and started poring through the massive number of pictures I’d taken. The quality was outstanding.

“Talk to me,” Luke told the old gals. “And by the way, another note arrived when you were in transit and it . . .”

“Don’t tell me,” Mrs. C cut him off. “Let me guess. The greeting has to start with an E.”

Luke paused and checked the copy he held in his hand. “Yep. You were expecting that?”

“Yeah,” Edith chimed in. “The E makes it
mine
. Of course, it could have been a T or a D, but it wouldn’t have made as much sense.
Mind
or
mint
wouldn’t have worked.”

“Explain,” he said.

“I’m dying to hear this,” Shoshanna added.

“You’re not dying anytime soon,” Luke told her, and put his arm around her.

“Are you Shoshanna’s concubine too?” Edith asked, impressed.

“Fuck no!” Shoshanna cackled. “Luke’s my son.”

“How in the fuck did we not know this?” Mrs. C demanded of her sister. “Have our sources been slacking?” She was utterly shocked and pissed.

“I’ll take their balls off when we get back,” Edith promised her.

“Wait.” Shoshanna jumped in quickly, fearing for the testicles of people she didn’t know. “It’s a new thing. I’m adopting him. The paperwork is ready—we just have to go to the courthouse and file when we get back.”

Luke seemed surprised and flustered. As much as he secretly wanted this to happen, I don’t think he’d really thought it would. God, I couldn’t love Shoshanna more.

“Are you open to some new daughters?” Edith asked, wondering if she and her sister had a shot. It was clear they’d never get to date Shoshanna, so I supposed being her daughters was the next best thing.

“Nah,” she told a disappointed Edith. “Already got a daughter, but I am looking to add to my friendship tree.”

The old gals perked up immediately and slapped each other a high five. I tried to suppress my giggles and failed. I buried my head back in my computer before I said something to the gals that might start a fistfight. The pictures were fascinating. I’d gotten an alarming number of photos of the mousey gal. Boy, Mousey had some bad teeth . . .

“Enough of the chitchat.” Luke was all business and sexier than hell.

“Right,” Mrs. C said, pulling out her copies of the notes. “If you put the threats in order and take the first letter of each greeting, there’s a message. Pretty unsophisticated, but then again I don’t think we’re looking for someone with a shit-monster load of brains.”

I half listened as I scanned the pictures. The shots I’d taken from behind me were starting to get interesting. There was a man and a cloaked women talking with people intently. Riling them up. I noticed fist bumping and angry faces. WTF?

“Yep,” Edith said. “Fairly amateur, but they do have some knowledge of police procedure because there’s not a print to be found on these notes.”

“So it’s a cop?” Shoshanna was appalled. She held the law in high esteem. Her son was a DEA agent, for God’s sake.

“No.” Edith shook her head. “Someone in the field wouldn’t have used such a simplistic code and I don’t think they would have left the cryptic message we found.”

“Look at this shit,” I told Luke. “Here’s the reason the crowd was getting hostile.” He moved in and leaned over my shoulder. “Look at that man and the woman. They’re doing something to the crowd.”

“Can you go in closer?”

“Let me see.” I moved in and blew the picture up. It got blurry and I still couldn’t make out the woman’s face.

“Keep scrolling,” he said. “See if you captured a better shot of her.”

“On it.”

“Do you think the God-heads are involved?” Mrs. C asked, checking out the pictures.

“Don’t know,” I muttered, scrolling quickly, “but my gut says yes.”

“I know you think we’re full of shitfire and hot air, but you are Mag the Hag.”

The visual of shitfire and hot air was not a good one. The girls had such a riveting way with words. Hell, I was halfway beginning to believe I might be Mag, not that I would ever admit it. The pure agony of the time I’d have to spend with them catching up would keep my lips zipped for eternity.

“Candy, keep looking,” Luke instructed. “Ladies, back to the notes.”

“Right. The message is about Steve.”

“Wait. What?” I stopped mid-scroll and turned to the gals. “It’s about Steve and you didn’t call him?” Were they insane
and
stupid? “What if he’s in danger?”

“I don’t think he is. It’s Shoshanna this person is after,” Edith said, but pulled out her phone and texted Steve the information. “He’s gonna scream like a girl and I’m just not in the mood,” she said, indicating her text.

“What the hell does it say?” I asked, exasperated. They needed to just get to it.

“It says,
Steve is mine,
” Edith said.
“Steve is mine.”

“Well, what the fuck does that mean?” Shoshanna was bewildered.

“I don’t know,” Mrs. C said. “We were hoping this would make sense to you.”

“Well, it doesn’t,” Shoshanna replied.

Something in my gut clenched hard and I started scrolling like a mad woman. The cloaked woman and the note were connected and I had a feeling I knew exactly who she was. I just needed the proof. Why couldn’t I find a shot with her face? Dammit, there had to be at least one.

Edith’s phone started ringing. Shoshanna started freaking and Luke started swearing. It was all I could do to concentrate, but I knew I was right.

“Goddammit,” Edith groaned. “It’s Steve. Do I have to answer this?”

“Yes,” we all shouted in unison. The chatter continued and it was driving me nuts. I simply had to block everyone out and focus on the task in front of me. We were so fucking close I was starting to tingle.

Edith was listening to a tirade from Steve. Though I couldn’t make out what he was saying, I could tell he was pissed. Luke stood next to her and listened in. Shoshanna was pacing the room and Mrs. C was doing something akin to yoga. Scroll. I had to scroll.

“What?” Edith bellowed. “You’re fucking kidding me!”

“Give me the phone,” Luke snapped. “Get your laptop open and pull up the e-mail he just sent. Now.”

Edith hustled over to her bag and went to work. Mrs. C, having finished her meditation, was arming herself to the teeth.

“I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Smells like victory,” Mrs. C grunted as she tucked a wicked-looking knife into her boot. Holy God Almighty, she was quoting
Apocalypse Now
. This did not bode well.

“Right,” Luke said in a tight voice to Steve. “You’re sure? Do you have the e-mail pulled up?” he asked Edith.

“Almost,” she said.

I scrolled and froze. I was absolutely sure the picture I’d just found would match the one in the e-mail Edith had received from Steve. I couldn’t believe it, but then again it made perfect sense.

“Got her,” I yelled.

“Me too,” Edith added.

“What the fuck?” Shoshanna exploded when she saw the picture. “It’s Helen?”

“Who’s Helen?” Mrs. C asked. “Actually I don’t care who she is. I’m going to shoot her. Somebody show me a goddamned photo,” she huffed, and checked her Uzi.

“Helen is Steve’s ex-wife,” I told her.

“He’s gay,” she informed me as if I didn’t know.

“Yes,” I agreed. “And therein lies the problem, I think.”

“Why does Helen want me dead?” Shoshanna dropped into a chair and ran her little hands through her hair. “What the hell have I done to her?”

“It makes no sense to you or me, but I’m going to go with the guess that you were married to Kevin and now he’s married to Steve,” I said, taking a screen shot of the picture and forwarding it to Steve. We had our girl, now we just had to find her. I grabbed my purse and headed toward the door.

“No,” Luke said. “You’ll stay with Shoshanna. You’re the only one of us she knows, and if she sees you she might run or God knows what else.”

He was right, but I was pissed. I wanted to take her down for so many reasons I couldn’t begin to count them. I was ready to fight him on it, but I stopped myself. I would never go Rambo on a case again. Ever. If I went down there and she recognized me, I could jeopardize everything. My needs were secondary. Shoshanna’s life and safety were paramount. Not to mention Luke’s and the old gals’.

“I’m good with that.”

Luke watched my internal struggle and gave me a quick nod of approval. “Edith and Mrs. C, we’re going down. We will not kill her unless it’s absolutely necessary. I want to take her as quickly and quietly as possible. Alive.”

“Can I use chloroform?” Edith asked, holding up a rag and a bottle.

“Yep.” Luke nodded, impressed at how well equipped the gals were. “Chloroform, good. Uzi, bad. Just make sure you don’t breathe it in.”

“Aww fuck, commander boy.” She laughed. “I’m totally immune to that shit.”

Luke’s eyes grew large, and Mrs. C gave him a thumbs-up to confirm Edith’s story. “You two are something else.” He shook his head and grinned.

“You don’t even know the half of it,” I muttered, and double-checked that my Glock was loaded.

“Is she working alone?” Edith doused her rag in chloroform and shoved it in her pocket as she continued her questions.

“There’s a man with her in the pictures, but my gut says she’s going solo on this.”

“I agree,” Luke added, “but I want him too.”

They were locked and loaded and still managed to look like tourists—not a weapon in sight. Although there was still one major problem . . .

“Lose the sequined halters,” I told the sisters. “You stand out like a sore thumb.”

“On it,” Mrs. C said, dropping her halter to the ground. I shrieked and slapped my hand over my eyes. I didn’t mean for that to happen, but I should have known better. “Does anyone have a T-shirt?” she asked, completely uncaring that her torpedo tits were swinging in the wind.

“I do,” I choked out, and ran to my suitcase with my eyes on the floor. I yanked out the first two that my fingers touched and handed them over with my eyes closed.

“Didn’t take you for such a prude,” Mrs. C guffawed, and pulled my T-shirt over her head, effectively covering her boobs.

“I’m not,” I mumbled. “You just took me by surprise.”

“Mag, you haven’t changed one goddamned bit,” Edith said, and slapped me joyfully on the back, sending me barreling into Luke.

“You know, Candy, with a body like yours, you could be a stripper,” Edith teased, and flashed me her boob.

“Candy only strips for me. Period,” Luke informed them, and winked at me. “We’ve got work to do. Quick, quiet and out of there.”

“God,” Mrs. C yelled, hopping from one foot to the other. “This is gonna be fun.”

The door clicked behind them and they were gone. I took a deep breath and noticed a very quiet Shoshanna. She was pale and shaken and looked so small in the chair.

“It will be all right. I promise.” I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. “Luke and the girls are the very best and this will be over in the matter of an hour or less.”

“I just don’t get it,” she muttered, holding on to me. “Is it because Steve is gay?”

“I guess so, but it’s more because Helen appears to be severely mentally imbalanced. She can’t fathom his homosexuality, so she has to lay the blame somewhere.”

“God, I feel so sorry for her.”

I was stunned to silence. How could Shoshanna have compassion for someone who wanted her dead? I was overjoyed at the thought of nailing Helen. It would mean Steve and Kevin would have a good shot of getting those kids and there would be one less hate-filled fanatic running around. But maybe Shoshanna had it right and I had it wrong. Could I still want her put away and find it in me to feel sorry for her? Too heavy. I’d think about that some other time. I needed to stay focused and present for Shoshanna.

“I’m really tired,” she said. “Would it be okay if I lie down for a bit?”

“Of course.” I was worried about the toll this was taking on her. She was tough, but this was a world of shit she didn’t belong in. This was not helping my attempt to feel sorry for Helen. “Come on, let me tuck you in.”

Once she was safely snoring in her bed, I went back to my connecting suite. I had pulled her blinds down and cracked the door between our rooms. Glancing over at the monitor, I saw she was sleeping soundly and that eased my mind a bit. However, I had so much freaking pent-up energy inside of me, I had to do something. I paced the room and got a whiff of myself. Hell, I smelled like skunk ass. I’d sponge off and then I’d do a hundred crunches and sit-ups. Having a plan made me feel better. I checked the monitor one more time and then hustled to the bathroom.