Chapter Two- Long Night
I'm not sure how I got home. I remember putting my car into park and then at some point changing my clothes.
I woke up the next morning with my head pounding and my eyelids feeling stuck together. Also, I apparently had forgotten to wash off my mascara before passing out. The one thing I did remember with absolute certainty was crying myself to sleep. Maybe that was why my eyes were stuck together.
I dragged myself into the bathroom and got in the shower without even looking in the mirror. When I was sufficiently pruney I decided I should get out before I slid down the drain. A throb had begun in my hand and my headache still hadn't subsided.
I was suffering classic break-up symptoms. Great. At least I'd managed to get the waterworks under control. It wouldn't due to fall apart in front of Lula or Connie. Not a good idea.
And, I thought to myself as I left the bathroom, it really was that time of the month. Yeesh.
Could my life just get better or what?
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Lucky for me, Connie had work ready and waiting when I attempted to breeze in the door. My breezing just wasn't on peak today. Maybe next time.
"It's been a busy week," she said, waving three files at me. "Just got these in today, and there's another came in yesterday. All FTA."
Duh. "Hmm," I said, flipping through the files. This would be sufficient enough to keep me busy until I got over my semi-broken heart. I figure this was my numb stage. The real hysterical breakdown was likely close on my heels.
"Donna Pogue, wanted for vandalizing her ex-boyfriend's car. This is a pretty high bond," I said, raising an eyebrow at Connie.
"Read on," she said, brushing powdered sugar off her black sweater. Closely following the gesture was a box of donuts that she offered to me. I snatched one and bit into it. Heaven. Pure heaven. "She set it on fire."
"What!"
"Blew it up. Don't ask me," she said, holding her hands up.
Okay, moving on. "Eddie Kalietry. Wanted for possession. Arnie Deusenhafel- What the hell kind of name is that!" I said, reading it again.
Connie shrugged.
"Wanted for rape and assault. And…" I flipped the last file open. "Stuart Baggett! What did he do this time?"
Connie smiled. "Held up a convenience store."
"You've got to be kidding! Stuart?!"
"The same."
Stuart Baggett was a boil on the butt of creation. He'd already made mine and Lula's life miserable once before. But this was an entirely different league of crime.
"What the hell possessed that little cocker-spaniel to hold up a convenience store!?"
"Probably got fired from Cluck In A Bucket," Connie said, biting into another donut.
Lula chose that moment to saunter into the office, late as usual. Connie rolled her eyes and muttered something in Italian.
"I can't do a damn thing with my hair in this weather," she said, plopping down on a chair that looked like it would groan out loud if it could. Though Lula was a former 'ho, she hadn't bothered to trade in her wardrobe. Today she was sporting neon green spandex, and a bright pink fuzzy sweater with matching fuzzy boots. In a way, I admired her for her courage. It would take a whole bottle of tequila to get me into spandex.
"So, where are we going today?" Lula wanted to know, looking at the files in my hands.
I told her about Stuart Baggett.
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