“Well that’s just a bit vague. Are you referring to the Andersons’ cat?”
Will took out a tablet with a generated mugshot of two
humans and a collection of cats.
“Yes, the Lucreskis.
We found the cat that they were asking for, it should be the fourth one
in the slide show.”
Harry sat her glass down on a coaster, pushing the cigarette
butt into the ash tray, and resisting the urge to pull Will into her lap. Now was the time to be focusing on business
matters and trying not to kill some poor drug mule. Or diamond mule cat – however that
terminology managed to work out.
“The uh one with the purple pearls around the collar? That had to cost a pretty penny.”
“Jud says it probably costs 20,000 bucks because it’s low grade.”
20,000?
Harry barely got paid 15,000 for blowing up a warehouse,
even with the extra bonus for the gas costs.
While her thoughts had previously been distracted by more intimate
issues, Harry now came back to the overreaching issues of the planet. And how she had to turn to arson and murder
to keep her family afloat.
How she had to deal with the worst people.
Her eyes remained on the tablet while Will’s hands moved to
her shoulders. She heard the sighs and
hesitations before Will began, “There’s just one slight problem.”
“Will, what is it?”
“Jud might have accidentally killed the poor thing.”
The sudden burst of laughter from the far corner was a
reminder of Glenn being in the room.
Even his laughs managed to echo with a southern accent from the area of
Texas, reminding Harry of a joke told on the base. A joke that was far from appropriate to the
present company.
Glenn eased out of his chair and leaned over the desk to
say, “Now I know I’m quite the new comer here but how did you kids happen about
killing the cat that I assume y’all were supposed to keep alive?”
Will took the tablet from Harry and began swiping through
the pages until she presented a document to Glenn, almost shoving the pad in
his face.
“The contract didn’t explicitly state the condition that we found the cat
in. Just that we found the stupid
thing.” Her gaze turned back to Harry
before continuing, “Based on my dealings with them, they probably care more
about the collar than they do the cat.”
“So Harry, you got an ASPCA on this planet?”
Harry read back over his thoughts again, then to Will’s, and
noting the snub between them. Glenn wouldn’t
make a friendly contact for Will and she knew for sure Will wouldn’t be willing
to go the other way. There was enough
tension and pressure between them to level the city block. Or at least it was enough to solidify Harry’s
throbbing head ache.
“If you two want to fight, please do it verbally. Your internal screaming is such a fucking
headache.”
She could feel their faces staring into her back, but Harry
didn’t turn around. The door shut behind
her as she pulled it with her mind and it was a quick journey across the map of
images Jud was laying out on the floor. Next
to the Lucreskis profiles laid the picture of what looked to be a bloody dust
mop.
“Is that the cat?”
Jud was on his knees on the floor, taking a few moments to
get into a standing position and then dusting the dirt off his hands.
“Unfortunately.”
“Did you kill it? Because according to
Will, you killed that poor sucker.”
“Harry, I didn’t exactly kill it. It just
happened to run into-”
“It just happened to run into a fucking blender?”
He sat the portfolio of print outs down on one chair and
eased down into the other, scrambling to find his own crystal glass.
“It didn’t happen like that.”
“Then how did this all go down, Jud? And
how long was I in there fighting with Robe for all of this to go down?”
“Awhile. I sent Leo out to look in
alleyways around here and he found it in less than two minutes.”
“And?”
“And then we might have chased it into an industrial fan. No big deal, really.”
No big deal.
Harry would not have chosen that particular phrase to
describe the position they were facing. But
then again Harry wasn’t an ancient police detective who got fed up with the Feds
and decided to retire for his grandkids.
If someone could count being a private investigator as “retiring”.
“Jud has anyone ever told you that maybe you should be doing
other things with your retirement?”
“Why would they ever suggest such a fucking stupid thing like that? I’m going to live for at least another two
hundred years and you really expect me to stay at home with my husband?”
He took another drink until the liquid was all gone and the ice cubes were
clicking around in the glass. Then he
continued, “You have met my husband, yes?”
“Yes, xe’s quite charming.”
“Yeah he’s quite charming until he becomes a cheeky asshole in bed and-”
Harry put up a single finger to her lips, shut her eyes and
tried to delete the image from her brain.
“Jud, I don’t need to hear about your sex life.”
“Well I’m just paying you back for every time I had to listen to your
activities when you were ‘late for work’.”
Her mind clicked back to when all of those days were taking
place, wishing she took sick days more often.
“Harry, stop thinking about it. Don’t deny it. I know you’re thinking about some wild
fantasy with Will right now.”
“Well, I had to use something to get the image of you screwing your trophy
husband out of my mind.”
The glass slammed on to the side table and Harry could feel
the vibrations in the ice cubes across the room.
“He’s not my trophy husband.”
“He’s the same age as some of your grandkids.
And you know, some people might call that a trophy husband.”
“Fuck you, Harry.”
“Thanks but your secretary already took care of that.”
Only the fastest reflexes in the West could manage to duck
the folder chucked at Harry’s head. Fortunately,
Harry had maintained that aspect of her prior life, even if it had been too
long ago judging by the pain running through her neck.
“By the way, Jud, where’s Leo?”
“Uh he’s probably still in the bathroom.”
“Washing blood out of his shirt. And I think
uh bit of crying, to be entirely honest with you.”
“That’s valid. He did chase a cat
wearing a string of pearls into a fan and watch it get ripped apart.”
Harry tossed the folder back to Jud and asked, “Which bathroom
is he in?”
“The junior detectives squad room. Jimmy
is helping him find some spare clothes because his current ones are-”
“Yeah, I get the gist.”
Sometimes Harry forgot about the detectives that worked
downstairs, with how little she trusted them to work on projects. Jud’s deal in the partnership of the company
was to look after the first floor. Will’s
position was anything to do with administration. And Harry…
Well her job was to make sure that the business stayed afloat
and that no one was on their tale.
She wasn’t that much of a detective anyways.
Harry knocked on the door of the squad room while asking, “Gentlemen,
are you decent?”
“Decent enough, Ms. Bivens.”
The door moved open to reveal Jimmy standing in just a
cotton shirt, a bow tie and a very tightly cut mini skirt.
“Are you planning on going out on a special occasion there, Jim?”
“Ms. Bivens, I can explain. My pants are
in the dryer and I gave my old spare pair of sweatpants to Leo.”
“If you’re satisfied with that answer then I’ll be satisfied with that answer. Is he doing alright?”
Jimmy looked towards the bench Leo was laying on, slowly
coming back to look at Harry.
“Yeah, he’ll be fine.
I think it’s just early work on the job jitters. Get shaken up by uh every little surprise in
the path.”
“He probably doesn’t think it’s just a little thing in the path.”
“But ma’am, you told me to remove someone of their members once and you told me
it was just a little thing in the path.”
Harry sat a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder before saying, “I’ve grown soft in my old
age.”
Then she crossed the room to throw a blanket over the still
form on the bench.
“Do you really think that he’ll be alright, ma’am?”
“I think our little Leo here will turn out just fine.”
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