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

Giovichinni’s to get more. I got behind the wheel, locked the doors, and ate my sandwich. I unlocked the doors when Lula returned and relocked them as soon as she was settled. I was afraid the apple dumpling would yank me out of my truck and drive away.
    “Now what?” Lula clicked her seat belt in place.
    “I think our luck has changed. We captured Buggy. We got Joyce out of my apartment. I say we go get Lahonka.”
    “Wham,” Lula said. “And double wham!” She turned and looked out the back window at Buggy. “We should take him with us.”
    “What?”
    “If you take him back to that empty house, there’s no telling what could go on. He’s such a bad boy.”
    I checked the bad boy out in the mirror. He had a glob of rice pudding on his shirt. “I thought he was an apple dumpling.”
    “You could be a apple dumpling and a bad boy all at the same time,” Lula said. “They could go together. That’s what makes him so appealing. He looks like a acorn squash, but he’s real complex. I like that in a man. And besides, I don’t have any more Snickers bars. I don’t know how we’re gonna get him out of the truck.”
    Good point. I put the truck in gear and drove to Lahonka’s apartment. Lula and I got out, and Lula told the acorn squash to wait in the truck.
    “Nuh-ah,” Buggy said, throwing a leg over the side.
    “He’s your responsibility,” I said to Lula. “I don’t want him taking my keys, my messenger bag, or my truck.”
    I marched up to Lahonka’s door and banged on it. Lula and Buggy were right behind me.
    “That door has a Band-Aid on it,” Buggy said.
    “It’s covering the hole I made when I shot it,” Lula said.
    “Go away,” Lahonka yelled from inside. “I hate you.”
    “She’s not nice,” Buggy said.
    “She’s a felon,” Lula told him. “We need to arrest her.”
    Buggy pushed us aside, gave the door a head butt, and the door came off its hinges.
    “What the hell?” Lahonka said.
    She had her foot wrapped in a big bandage, and she was standing on crutches.
    “What’s wrong with her foot?” Buggy wanted to know.
    “I shot it,” Lula said.
    “Har!” Buggy said. “Good one.” He looked at Lula. “Do you want her in the truck?”
    “Yeah,” Lula said. “We have to take her to the police station.”
    “The police station isn’t so bad,” Buggy said. “They gave me a cheeseburger.”
    He grabbed Lahonka and tucked her under his arm like she was a rag doll, while I scrambled to get her crutches.
    “I’m just about gonna faint on account of my honey pie is so strong,” Lula said. “I’d never say anyone was fat due to that bein’ hurtful, but let’s face it, Lahonka’s a sandbag. I carry a certain amount of weight, but mine’s perfectly distributed. My big beautiful bubble butt balances out my oversized boobs. Lahonka here got all her weight sunk into one of them low-slung behinds. It gotta be hard to get someone like Lahonka off the ground.”
    “You got a lot of nerve sayin’ those things about me!” Lahonka yelled at Lula. “You’re not nothin’ but a big ’ho.”
    “Am not,” Lula said, hands on hips. “I gave up bein’ a ’ho.”
    “I like ’hos,” Buggy said. “It’s like goin’ to Cluck-in-a-Bucket. You order something and that’s what you get.”
    “Sugar, it’s like that with a girlfriend, too,” Lula said.
    “Hunh,” Lahonka said. “Not with me. You get what I want to give you, and then you better say
thank you
.”
    Not with me, either, I thought. My new policy was nobody gets
anything
!
    Buggy carted Lahonka to the truck and dumped her into the back.
    “We need to cuff her, Sweetums,” Lula said, handing Buggy cuffs.
    Lahonka was spitting and clawing and swearing, and Buggy was having a hard time catching a wrist.
    “You don’t hold still for me, and I’m going to kick you in your foot,” Buggy said.
    Lahonka went still for a beat, digesting the threat, and Buggy sat on her and cuffed her.
    “Good job,” Lula said to Buggy. “Don’t let her escape. She’s sneaky.”
    Buggy looked at Lula. “Do you have any more of them Snickers?”
    “No,” Lula said, “but we’ll get more as soon as we drop Lahonka off.”
    “You aren’t gonna leave me back here with King Kong, are you?” Lahonka said. “He got his fat ass on me, and I can’t breathe. Isn’t it enough you shot up my foot? I’m just a poor workin’ woman. I got kids to support.”
    I drove to the municipal building and parked in the