Hot Six(113)

By: Janet Evanovich


I shoved the key in the lock and the lock popped open.

“Hold on,” Lula said. “I vote we leave this shed locked. I don’t want to know what’s smelling up this shed.”

I yanked at the handle, the door to the shed swung wide, and Loretta Ricci stared out at us, mouth open, eyes unseeing, five bullet holes in the middle of her chest. She was sitting on the dirt floor, her back propped against the corrugated metal wall, her hair white from a dose of lyme that wasn’t doing much to stop the destruction that follows death.

“Shit, that ain’t no ironing board,” Lula said.

I slammed the door shut, snapped the lock in place, and put some distance between me and the shed. I told myself I wasn’t going to throw up and took a bunch of deep breaths. “You were right,” I said. “I shouldn’t have opened the shed.”

“You never listen to me. Now look what we got. All on account of you had to be nosey. Not only that but I know what’s gonna happen next. You’re gonna call the police and we’re gonna be tied up all day. If you had any sense, you’d pretend you didn’t see nothing and we’d go get some fries and a Coke. I could really use some fries and a Coke.”

I handed her the keys to my car. “Get yourself some food, but make sure you’re back in a half hour. I swear, if you abandon me, I’ll send the police out after you.”

“Boy, that really hurts. When did I ever abandon you?”

“You abandon me all the time!”

“Hunh,” Lula said.

I flipped my cell phone open and called the police. Within minutes I could hear the blue and white pull up in front of the house. It was Carl Costanza and his partner Big Dog.

“When the call came in, I knew it had to be you,” Carl said to me. “It’s been almost a month since you found a body. I knew you were due.”

“I don’t find that many bodies!”