Explosive Eighteen: A Stephanie Plum Novel (Stephanie Plum Novels)

doughnuts. I put the truck in gear, made a U-turn,and drove to Pino’s. Twenty minutes later, I was in front of the Bugkowski house with a steaming hot pizza.
    “Here’s how it’s going down,” I said to Lula. “You’re going to get into the back of the truck with the pizza box. Then I’m going to ring his bell and tell him we want to rebond him. He’s going to say no, but he’ll smell the pizza, and he’ll go after it. As soon as he gets himself up into the back of the truck, I’ll zap him and cuff him.”
    “You tried to zap him before, and it didn’t work.”
    “I have a bigger zapper now.”
    I lowered the tailgate and got Lula up into the truck bed. I stuffed the key into my pocket, so Buggy couldn’t grab it, and I went to his door.
    Buggy opened the door and looked past me. “Nice truck.”
    Lula waved a piece of pizza at him. “Yoohoo, Buggy honey.”
    “She got pizza,” Buggy said. He pushed past me and went straight to the truck. “You got more?” he asked Lula.
    “I got almost a whole pie,” Lula said. “You want some?”
    “Yuh,” Buggy said, climbing over the tailgate.
    I scrambled after him, and when he reached for a piece of pizza I pressed the stun gun to the back of his neck and hit the go button. He went dead still for a beat, and I swear his hair lit up, and then he crumpled face-first into Lula’s lap.
    “He got his nose in my lady parts,” Lula said, holding the pizza box to the side. “Not that I haven’t been in this predicament before, but there’s a time and place for everything, you see what I’m sayin’?”
    I looked at the pizza box. There were two pieces missing.
    “Did you eat two slices of pizza?” I asked Lula.
    “I thought it might settle my stomach, but I was wrong.”
    I wrapped the Flexi-Cuffs around Buggy’s wrists, shackled his ankles, and rolled him off Lula.
    “We don’t want a repeat of Lahonka,” I said. “Take the stun gun and stay in back with Buggy. If he comes around and gets unruly, give him a shot.”
    “I don’t know if I’m gonna make it to the police station,” Lula said. “You got antacids? You got Pepto?”
    I searched my bag.
    “What’s that pink stuff in there?” Lula said. “It looks like Pepto.”
    “It’s the stuff Annie Hart gave me.”
    Lula reached in and took the bottle. “Whatever.” She chugged it down and burped. “Oh yeah, that’s better.”
    My eyes were wide and my mouth was open.
    “What?” Lula asked.
    “You drank the stuff Annie gave me. I have no idea what was in it. The woman is a kook. She makes love potions. For all I know, you just drank yak eyes and buffalo piss.”
    “It didn’t look like buffalo piss,” Lula said. “It was a pretty pink color. How do those love potions work?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Like, do they make you have love at first sight? Because I like that idea. There’s not enough romance in the world. I always said that when I was a ’ho. I always threw in someromance for free if the customer wanted. And some of those customers didn’t inspire romance, if you know what I mean. Like take Buggy, for instance. He’s kinda cute.”
    Buggy’s eyes were half open, he was drooling, and he farted.
    “He’s a bridge troll,” I said.
    “Yeah, but I just drank a love potion, so I could be excused for havin’ bad taste. And besides, bridge trolls are in now. What about Shrek? Everybody loves Shrek. Remember when he blew bubbles in the bathtub? He was adorable.”
    “He was a cartoon.”
    “I’m feeling warm,” Lula said. “It might be on account of I sort of had a romantic experience just now with Mr. Cutie Pie here. And much as I hate to admit this, my love life has been a barren wasteland for at least a week.”
    I was going to pretend I didn’t hear that. I was going with the assumption there was grain alcohol in the pink stuff. I jumped down, closed the tailgate, and got behind the wheel. I had no confidence that I could drag Mr. Cutie Pie across the street and into the municipal building if I parked in the lot, so I drove to the police station drop-off and asked for help.
• • •
    Vinnie was in the office when Lula and I returned.
    “I just brought Lewis Bugkowski in,” I said to Vinnie.
    “He already called,” Vinnie said. “He wants to get bondedout again, but he has no one to post the bond. His parents won’t put up any more money. They said it’s bad enough they have to feed him.”
    Lula’s hand shot up. “I’ll do it. I’ll