CHAPTER SEVEN: YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT COUNTRY GIRLS
Danny and Hawkes made their way into the alley in the Bronx. Sheldon had been complaining about his lack of dates lately and Danny was making him feel better by explaining the woes of coupledom.
"Don't get me wrong. I mean, it's nice to have a warm body around if you know what I mean. But all I'm saying is, I don't understand why I have to go. I mean, it's her boss' kid's Bar Mitzvah. How does that concern me?" It's not like we've even been together that long.
"Two hours out of your Saturday is a deal breaker?" the single man was surprised by how little it took to irk his friend in a relationship.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa I'm not the bad guy." Her boss is the bad guy. I mean, who invites 87 employees to come to a Bar Mitzvah? And tellin' her to bring a date? What? Is he interested or somethin'?
The smell coming off of the body took his mind off of his personal problems. There was something about fish that just made him want to vomit, every time.
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First she had Messer with the constant taunts of Montana, and now she had to deal with Murphy calling her Dorothy? What was it with these New Yorkers and their antagonism for the Midwest?
Maybe they just can't stand the thought of there being a place where you can breathe without inhaling 17 kinds of pollution.
"First off, Officer Murphy, I'm from Montana, not Kansas. Second, this is my crime scene and I'm extremely thorough. Tram opens when I'm done." And not one minute sooner, you smug sonofa… "Now, who is he?"
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Three days and very little sleep later, they'd bagged the bad guy. Or in this case, the bad woman. Lindsay'd seen the Death Gamble a few times before back in Bozeman, but it always surprised her that seemingly harmless little old ladies would have it in them to commit murder.
I think I'll call my Grams tonight and tell her that I love her. I wouldn't want to piss the old girl off.
She smiled at the thought as she reached into her locker to collect her purse.
"You up for a barful of firemen tonight, Linds? Sort of as a reward for solving the case," Stella poked her head into the locker room and asked.
Lindsay smiled, "You picked a good day. No decomp, and the only garbage I was around was still inside the bag."
"Excellent! Just give me a few minutes to get my stuff together. I'll met you out front. It's only a 10 minute walk from here."
"Sounds like a plan." Lindsay put her purse down and picked up the brush and extra toiletries she kept in her locker for those post-dumpster-diving days. A solid case, a strong interrogation, and now a bunch of firemen. Can this day get any better?
She was just finishing up her lipstick when Danny walked in.
"Hey Montana, lookin' good. Hot date?" he chuckled as he opened his locker. Yeah, right.
"Is it that obvious?" she asked, arranging her things on the top shelf and then closing the door. Just ignore him. He's not worth the effort.
Danny blinked and paused halfway through putting on his jacket. "Ya mean ya do?" Damn, girl works fast. Hasn't even been in town a month and already she's got a hot date.
"You don't have to sound so surprised, Messer. Us girl-next-door types are in high demand. I mean, you know what they say about country girls, right?" And if he doesn't, I'm sure he'll spend a fair bit of time finding out.
"Uhh.. yeah. Right." They say something about country girls?
"See you tomorrow Messer," she gave her hips an extra wiggle on her way out the door. You think a girl from Montana can't be sexy? Well, you've got another think coming, buddy.
He gave a low whistle in surprise. Was she just flirtin' with me? Can she even do that? He poked his head out of the locker room and watched as she made her way down the hall in a pair of jeans that, had she been anyone else, would have given him an interesting thought or two.
Nah.