Maggie Lee (Book 7): The Hitwoman and the 7 Cops

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The Hitwoman and the Seven Cops

Book 7

 

 

 

JB LYNN

 

 

 

 

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

Copyright © 2013 by Jennifer Baum

 

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ABOUT JB LYNN

 

A Jersey Girl transplanted to the Sunshine State, JB (you can call her Jen) writes laugh-out-loud suspense and mysteries with a dash of romance, but she’s been known to dabble in the occasional goose bump-raising thriller.

 

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OTHER TITLES BY JB LYNN

 

Confessions of a Slightly Neurotic Hitwoman

Further Confessions of a Slightly Neurotic Hitwoman

The Hitwoman Gets Lucky

The Hitwoman and the Family Jewels

The Hitwoman and the Neurotic Witness

The Hitwoman Hunts a Ghost

The Hitwoman and the 7 Cops

 

The Mutt and the Matchmaker

 

 

The First Victim

 

 

 

Find out more at:
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THE HITWOMAN AND THE SEVEN COPS

Chapter One

 

You know it’s going to be a bad day when you’re awakened by the phrase, “Give me all your cash.”

I opened just one eye to glare at the woman trying to separate me from my hard-earned money.

Instead of flinching like I’d hoped she would, my sister Marlene shook my shoulder to make sure I was awake enough to hear her outrageous demand. “Wake up, Maggie. I need your cash.”

I swatted her hand away. “I heard you the first time.”

“Gotta! Gotta!” a high-pitched bimbo-y voice insisted.

Sitting up, I surveyed my surroundings. I was disappointed to see I was in the basement apartment of the Bed & Breakfast owned be my aunts, and not, as I’d been dreaming, in a gorgeous Venetian ballroom waltzing with Patrick Mulligan.

“Gotta!” The “bimbo” was my seventy-five-pound Doberman pinscher, Doomsday (who prefers to be called DeeDee).

Sighing my disappointment, I flopped back, spread-eagle, onto the couch I’d fallen asleep on. I closed my eyes, trying to recall the thoroughly enjoyable imaginary dance with the sexy, redheaded, cop/hitman.

“Seriously, Maggie. I need your cash. All of it.”

“Gotta! Gotta!” DeeDee panted.

Grudgingly I opened my eyes and squinted at Marlene. “Why?”

“I just do. I’ll pay you back.”

“How?”

It’s not like Marlene, having recently returned to the family fold after an extended career as a call girl, has any visible means of financial support. She lives in
my
bedroom in the B&B (which is why I’m stuck living in the basement…. Well, that and the fact my apartment on the wrong side of town was blown up by this crazy bomber dude).

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” Marlene pouted petulantly.

“What do you need it for?”

“Gotta! Gotta!” Desperation pitched the dog’s whine higher than usual.

“In the name of all that is holy, set the beast free before she soils herself,” a haughty male voice with an English accent intoned.

I frowned at the glass enclosure on the other side of the room that housed the small, brown anole lizard named Godzilla (“call me God”) that had been my niece’s pet. Hanging out on a piece of driftwood at the bottom of his cage, he stuck his tongue out at me. I’m pretty sure that’s the reptilian version of flipping someone the bird.

“Are you going to give it to me or not?” Marlene stomped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest, just like she’d done when she was five and was about to throw a temper tantrum.

“Gotta!” DeeDee barked insistently, her need to empty her bladder overriding the house rule of using her inside bark.

I pointed at the dog. “Do me a favor and let her out?”

“C’mon, mutt,” Marlene muttered, hurrying over to the cellar storm doors and letting the dog out so she could do her early morning business.

While they did that, I reached for my purse and pulled out my wallet. “All I’ve got is forty-two bucks.”

“That’s not enough.” Still, Marlene didn’t hesitate to pluck the bills out of my hand.

“Enough for what?”

“Wally.”

“Who’s Wally?”

“My… manager.”

I snatched my money right back. “You mean your pimp?”

That
made her flinch.

I slapped my hand over my mouth guiltily, but the gesture was too late. The damning words had escaped and now hung between us like an electrified fence neither of us were brave enough to touch.

We hadn’t talked much about how Marlene had survived over the years she’d been estranged from the family, but I imagined her life hadn’t been easy. Who was I, someone who’d taken to killing people for money (albeit for the very good reason of paying for our niece’s medical care), to judge someone for taking money for performing sexual acts?

Silently, I extended the crumpled bills toward her, my version of an olive branch.

Instead of taking them, she whispered, “I’m scared.”

Swinging my legs over the side so I was sitting on the couch instead of lying on it, I patted the seat beside me. “What’s going on?”

Marlene perched on the cushion beside me, teetering on the edge like she was ready to take off at any moment. She twirled her hair around her index finger just like she had as a nervous eight-year-old who’d accidentally broken one of Aunt Susan’s prized vases. She looked at me with the same rounded eyes, thoroughly expecting me, as her older sister, to be able to fix the situation and make it better.

My stomach lurched traitorously. I knew I wasn’t in any position to help her. I could barely pull off the jobs asked of me by the chocolate-pudding-loving mob boss, Delveccio, and the mysterious Ms. Whitehat, who wasn’t beyond blackmailing me to get her assignments done.

Yet, despite knowing how ill-prepared I was, I reflexively asked, “How can I help?” Gently, I pressed the forty-two dollars into her hand.

Marlene shrugged. “I don’t know. He knows I’m here.”

“And he wants money?” I looked at her knuckles, white from clutching the cash so tightly.

“He wants me to come back to work for him.”

“And you don’t want to?”

The shake of her head was almost imperceptible.

“You’ve told him that?”

She nodded.

“And what did he say?”

She shuddered. “You don’t want to know. Let’s just say he’s a guy accustomed to getting what he wants and he’ll use any means necessary to get it.”

Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, I gave her a reassuring hug. “You’re safe here, Marlene.”

She chuckled, the sound rough and incredulous. “This from the woman who was attacked and almost killed in this very house.”

“You heard about that, huh?”

“No secrets in this place. Aunt Loretta claims that Templeton saved your life. Is that true?”

“It is.” While I’d never been certain about the motives of Aunt Loretta’s latest love, he
had
saved my life.

“But you don’t trust him?”

I shrugged. “It’s not like Loretta’s relationship track record is that impressive.”

“Yeah. Did you see that Uncle Jose died recently? Crushed by a chandelier at his daughter’s wedding.”

“Tragic,” God mocked from his enclosure.

I nodded. Jose Garcia had been a member of the family for a short time. He’d also been a murderous drug dealer, which is why I’d been tasked with killing him. I hadn’t been able to complete that particular assignment, but I took credit for his death by disco ball.

The idea of murdering a man, who’d made a fairly decent uncle, in front of his family had been too much for me to stomach. I hadn’t killed Jose Garcia, but Delveccio thought I’d had. Since he paid Katie’s hospital bill to show his appreciation, I never disabused him of that notion.

Marlene sighed. “You don’t know Wally. This isn’t going to end well.”

“Is he violent?”

Trembling, she nodded.

“I won’t let him hurt you.”

She hugged me tightly. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Sis, but I don’t think you’ll be able to stop him.”

I couldn’t very well tell her that I’m way more capable than she imagines. After all, I’ve killed a mobster’s son-in-law, a paid assassin, and a seemingly mild-mannered accountant who’d bashed someone else’s head in with a crowbar. Somehow, I didn’t think a guy who got off on terrorizing young women would be much of a challenge.  “How much does he want?”

“A grand.”

“We should be able to come up with that.”

“It’s what he wants this time,” Marlene corrected. “Next week, he’ll probably demand two thousand. It’ll never end.”

“So what are you going to do? Go around begging people for money, hoping you can pay him to leave you alone?”

She shrugged. “I could leave town.”

“Don’t you dare!”  I knew things weren’t perfect with Marlene, but the idea of losing her again so soon after our sister Teresa had died was enough to break my heart.

“You just don’t want to be left alone with the witches,” Marlene teased lightly, calling our aunts by the nickname we’d used for them growing up.

“I don’t want to lose you,” I told her seriously.

“You don’t even know me, Maggie.”

“I’d like to.”

“Oh save me from the treacle-laced sentiment,” God groused from his enclosure.

Sitting beside Marlene meant I was unable to tell him to shut up without looking like I was a crazy woman. I shot him a dirty look, which wasn’t nearly as satisfying.

Before we could get anything settled, Aunt Leslie opened the storm doors and let the dog back inside. She followed closely behind, despite the fact she hadn’t been invited.

“Good morning,” Leslie trilled. “How are my favorite nieces?”

She’d become a much cheerier person since she’d hooked up with Narcotics Anonymous. While most of the time I approved of her changes, I wasn’t overly fond of her early chipperness. Then again, I’m not a morning person. “Morning,” I muttered.

“We’re your only nieces who aren’t dead,” Marlene told our aunt. “So I guess we’re in better shape than the others.”

Leslie’s smile faltered. “I didn’t mean…”

Elbowing Marlene in the ribs, I said, “She didn’t mean that, Aunt Leslie.”

“I kinda did,” Marlene countered.

Her twin, Darlene, had been murdered years earlier.

(Or at least that’s what everyone believed….everyone except me, who’d recently been told by a psychic that our older sister Teresa, Katie’s mother, had passed along the message that Darlene, was, in fact, still alive).

The only thing I knew for certain was that Teresa had perished in the accident that had left me with the ability to talk to animals. Needing to change the subject before I, or anyone else said something stupid, I said, “Thanks for letting DeeDee back inside.”

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