Chapter 21: Kudalini

Letty's condo, 12:45PM

"Letty, it's so good to hear from you. I left dozens of messages. I-."

"I know, Coach. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something." Wandered around her apartment, cleaning as she went.

"If it has to do with the case, I can't-."

"No, nothing about the case. I actually wanted to help you out." She pulled a Playboy from Gisele's hands and replaced it with a Dance Spirit magazine. "I know you're short a girl and I have the perfect candidate for you."

"Letty, you have no idea how you're the answer to my prayers. We've been holding auditions for a temporary replacement and these girls are just-."

Letty gave a faux chuckle into the phone, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. Gisele stifled a laugh. Switching the device to speakerphone, she sat down on the couch, and put her feet up on the coffee table, lying the phone on her chest.

"I don't envy you right now, Coach."

"So, tell me about this girl."

Letty went on to describe Gisele's physical appearance and personality.

"Well, she sounds like a great girl. Have her come to the arena tomorrow at ten-thirty sharp. Does she have headshots or a resume?"

Gisele shook her head.

"Not yet, but if she needs them-."

"Not really. If you say she's good, she's good. Does she have the ability to learn a quick routine before the audition?"

Letty looked, in question, over at Gisele who confirmed her abilities with a nod of her head.

"Absolutely."

"Great!"

"One more thing, Coach."

"What's that?"

"I don't want the girls to know that she knows me. With everything going on, I just don't want them to treat her like a leper?"

"Say no more. I understand completely. Secret's safe with me, kid."

"Thanks, Coach."

Hanging up the phone, Letty and Gisele bumped fists.

"Operation Tame That Bitch is a-go." Gisele laughed.

"We are not calling it that."

"We'll work on it."

DT's Auto Garage, 6:30PM

"Hey." Letty announced her presence. Dom's head turned to look over his shoulder and a smile spread across his face. He was leaning over the the hood of his car, inspecting the damage and assessing how much time he'd had to put into it.

"Hey."

"How's she looking?"

"Uh, I think it's about a three days' worth of work. Getting that trim off is going to be the hardest because it's the original frame. It has to be done by Friday though because I called our class company to come out."

Letty sat her bag down on a tool table and pulled off her hoodie and pinned her hair up. "Well then, let's get to it."

They worked side by side in silence for a few moments, each unscrewing opposite sides of the windshield's frame.

"Have you talked to your mom's lawyer friend?"

Letty smirked. "You know he has a crush on my mom?"

"No he doesn't." Dom chuckled in disbelief.

"I swear. I thought my dad was going to break a tooth from clenching his jaw so hard."

"Wow. Maybe that will make him work harder. You know, to impress your mom."

"Maybe. In the meantime, I had to do things for myself."

"What's that mean?"

Letty dropped a screw into a small box and picked up a crowbar. "I'm sending Gisele in to… infiltrate."

Dom stopped what he was doing and looked at her. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. I told Coach that I had the perfect girl to fill my spot."

"And she went for it?"

"Yeah, she's desperate for a new dancer. Whenever we had tryouts last minute, the prospects were just horrible. So, I served Gisele up on a platter for her."

"And how does Gisele feel about being meat?"

"She's the one who put the idea in my head."

Flashback (7 hours ago), Letty's condo

Gisele whipped her head up, dark tresses slapping against her back as she looked over to Letty who was also in Downward Dog position.

"I just had the most brilliant idea ever, and it would help us both out."

Almost in sync, the two came up into Warrior I pose. "What is it?"

"The Lady Lancers have to be looking for a girl to fill your spot right now, right?"

Letty tilted her head side to side as if considering this. "Actually, yeah. They're probably holding auditions as we speak."

"Okay, so why don't I audition?"

"That helps you make good money, but how does that help me exactly?"

"I can be like your spy! Try to get information out of these so-called witnesses."

It was official: Gisele had not only managed to peak Letty's interest, but the shorter brunette had actually begun to picture the scenarios in her head.

"That actually might be perfect." Letty agreed. "But isn't that like entrapment?"

"If I was fucking law enforcement, yeah. But I'm far from it. Don't you watch Law & Order?"

Letty rolled her eyes. "No."

They stood to their full heights transitioning into Tree Pose, placing the flat of their left feet against their right thighs. "Whatever, it's beside the point."

"Your point being?"

"That this will be a fucking cakewalk. I join the Lancers, get close to some bimbos and record a few conversations and get you all the proof you need to fight this stupid ass case."

It didn't take long for Letty to agree to the situation. "Fine, I'll call Coach."

"Namaste."

End of flashback

"So, what if the girls find out that you know Gisele and they shun her?"

"We have that handled. I swear."

"How did you meet Gisele anyway?" Dom had had his suspicions that Gisele was the "friend" that Letty had met during her hour or so stay in LA County lockup.

"Oh, we're old friends." Letty grinned, giving away her lie. Dom shook his head.

"Two criminals working together." He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Let's just hope this doesn't backfire."

"It won't. It's foolproof... -ish."

Dom shook his head and leaned back over the car. "Lift on three."

He counted to three and they pulled and lifted the windshield frame off of the car and sat it in a corner.

"I think we deserve a drink now." Dom suggested. "What do you think?"

"Lead the way."

Up Next: a first date? / Gisele's audition.