Rock Chick Rescue (Rock Chick, #2)

Not good.

“Jet! Shit! Haven’t seen you in ages, girl. How’re you keepin’?”

“Hey Bear.”

He pul ed me into (you guessed it) a bear hug and then let me go. His eyes moved to Indy briefly and then stayed on Tex.

I introduced everyone. Throughout the introductions, Bear pretended to be cordial but he was anything but relaxed.

“What brings you out here?” he asked, not taking his eyes off Tex and not moving from the door.

“Dad’s in town,” I said.

Bear’s eyes final y came to me. “Is he?” Bear lied. He total y knew Dad was in town.

“He’s in trouble, Bear. Can we come in for second and talk?”

Bear didn’t move from his body blockade of the door.

“Wish you could, girl, but Lavonne’s workin’ nights and she gets a little cranky when her beauty sleep’s disturbed.” At last, Bear spoke the truth. Lavonne got cranky when the sun rose, when it set and when the earth revolved around it. Then again, Lavonne had been supporting a ne’er-do-wel for thirty years, albeit a lovable one, that would make me cranky too.

“Do you know anything about Dad?” I asked.

“Un-unh, haven’t heard from Ray in ages,” Bear said.

Back to lying.

Damn.

I sighed, then ran down my latest adventures with Dad, Slick and Slick’s knife.

It was then, Bear looked angry.

“What’re you doin’ workin’ at a titty bar?” Wonderful.

“That isn’t the point.”



“It is the point. You need money?”

Like Bear had money.

Before I could answer, Tex boomed, “Let’s stay focused here, people.”

Bear tensed, stil angry and he glared at Tex.

I moved into Bear’s line of sight. I didn’t need two big, hairy men wrestling amongst a bunch of rusty tricycles. I had to find Dad and then find a Kil er Eddie Date Outfit and make sure my legs had a clean, close shave. I didn’t have time to go off target.

“Bear, I real y need to find Dad.”

Bear looked at me.

“I haven’t heard from Ray. Al right? If I do, I’l cal you.

And I won’t tel Lavonne you’re workin’ at a titty bar. She’d have a shit hemorrhage.”

With that, we had no choice but to say good-bye. Then we trooped back to Indy’s Beetle. We sat in it, me in the back, Indy driving, Tex in the front passenger seat.

We stared at the house.

“Do you think your Dad’s in there?” Indy asked me.

“No, but I think Bear knows where he is,” I said.

“Maybe we should drive around the corner and hang out for awhile, watch the house,” Indy suggested.

“Fuck that. I don’t do stakeouts. I need food. I missed lunch. Let’s rol ,” Tex said in a voice you didn’t want to argue with.

Indy took us to the Einstein’s Bagels on Alameda. Tex got an onion bagel with turkey, sprouts and cream cheese, a bag of chips, a huge cookie and a Rice Krispie treat. Indy and I got Diet Cokes. We sat at a table so Tex could eat.

“You got any more ideas?” Tex asked me, his mouth ful .

I shook my head.

He turned to Indy.

“You were more fun.”

I’d heard snatches of conversation about Indy’s drama, but never the ful story. Since I’d shared my life story, I thought it would only be fair to ask hers. The time was right, Tex had a mountain of food to get through and so I asked.

She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t have anything to hide.

She told me the whole thing, with Tex interjecting every once in awhile. He’d been more than a bit player in her drama. He’d gotten himself shot while protecting her (which explained the sling he wore when I first met him).

They’d only known each other a few weeks longer than I’d known them, which was surprising. I thought they’d known each other for years.

After she was done, I didn’t know what to say. Her story made Slick and his knife seem tame. Then again, she had Lee and his army of hotties backing her up.

Tex wiped his mouth with a paper napkin and threw it on the table. “I gotta go home, play with the cats.” Tex was a kind of nutcase renaissance man: by day a coffee genius, by night a cat sitter. Apparently, he always had dozens of cats coming and going at his house.

According to him, sometimes, if he didn’t like the feel of the cat’s owner, he wouldn’t let them have it back. I didn’t find this surprising, not a lot of people would argue with Tex, even if he was essential y stealing your cat.



We al got up when I noticed Tex tense and look behind me.

I turned and saw two men I’d never seen in my life standing there. They looked like they’d seen the movie Reservoir Dogs and decided to base their wardrobe on it.

Both slim, both dark-headed, both wearing black suits, thin black ties and white shirts.

“You lookin’ for Ray McAlister?” The tal er of the two asked Tex.

Oh no.

This just got worse and worse.

Who were these guys?

“What’s it to you?” Tex answered, obviously not feeling the need to be gracious and polite.

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