Smokin' Seventeen: A Stephanie Plum Novel (Stephanie Plum Novels)

shadows.
    An old man ran out of the grocery store. “I called the police,” he said, waving his cell phone. “I’ve been held up four times this week.” He looked at the guy lying in the road. “What happened?”
    “He got hit by a Escalade,” Lula said. “Then he got robbed.”
    The old man walked over to the guy in the road and gave him a good hard kick. “Dog turd,” the old man said. He turned and stomped back into his store, and on the way Lula handed him a flyer.
    Lula and I went over to the guy in the road.
    “Are you okay?” I asked him.
    He opened his eyes. “Do I look okay, bitch?”
    “Sorry about the staple,” Lula said. “It was one of them reflex things.”
    A Trenton police car rolled to a stop and two uniforms got out and looked down at the guy in the road.
    “Hey Eddie,” one of the cops said. “How’s it going?”
    “I got robbed. This neighborhood is a crap hole.”
    The old man reappeared. “He got robbed of
my
money. This is the fourth time this week. I hate this man. He’s a dog turd.”
    Lula gave Eddie a flyer. “Call Vinnie and he’ll have you out in no time. And if you save your flyer I’ll autograph it for you.”
    We covered two more blocks with flyers and returned to my car. It still had wheels, but someone had spray painted DIE BITCH on it. I looked across the street, and saw Nick Alpha standing in a doorway. He was staring at me, unsmiling, smoking a cigarette. He made his hand into a gun, pointed it at me and mouthed
bang
. Then he turned and walked away.
    “Holy crap,” I said to Lula. “Did you see that?”
    “See what?”
    “Nick Alpha!”
    “Where?”
    “He’s gone.”
    “I’m feeling funny,” Lula said, looking at herself in the visormirror. “I think my teeth are growing. Look at my teeth. Are my fang teeth getting pointy? I know they’re longer than they were yesterday. I think the vampire cooties are taking hold of me.”
    “I think the
nut
cooties are taking hold of you.”
    “Okay, but I told you about this. I’m not gonna be responsible if I leap on you all of a sudden and suck your blood out. And this is a terrible time for this to be happening. Just now when I might get a modeling contract from all these signs we’re putting up.”
    We left Stark Street and drove to the public housing projects. Lots of potential customers there.
    BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Lula stapled flyers all over, and we left a stack at an open-air drug market.
    “This is going better than I thought,” Lula said. “People are even thanking me for giving them the flyer. And you got some nice compliments on your picture.”
    “A pimp and a drunk told me I looked better in the photo than in real life. That’s not a compliment.”
    “They were liking your enhanced chest. You even got a job offer.”
    “From the pimp!”
    “Yeah, but he’s a pretty good one. His girls work some excellent corners.”
    When we were done wallpapering the projects we covered the area around the police station. I was holding the last five flyers while Lula stapled.
    I felt the air pressure change and desire rippled through me. I turned and bumped into Ranger.
    “Babe.”
    “Jeez!” I took two steps back. “I didn’t hear you sneak up on me. Are you picking up police reports?”
    “I was doing a background check.” Ranger looked at the flyer Lula had just attached to a building. “Are you putting this up or tearing it down?”
    “It’s Vinnie’s idea to bring in more business.”
    Lula opened the staple gun and looked inside. “I’m out of staples. I’m tired of this anyway. I got a blister on my thumb from stapling, and I broke off one of my nails. My friend Shirleene has a nail salon on the next block. I’m gonna walk over there and get a manicure. Do you want to come with me?”
    “I’ll pass.”
    “Well I can’t walk around with a broken nail. I’ve got a reputation. I’ll figure my transportation out, and if I get stuck I’ll make Vinnie come get me. This is a work-related emergency.”
    Lula powered off down the street, and I stuffed the last of the flyers into my bag.
    “Where did you park?” Ranger asked.
    “Around the corner on Leeder.”
    “I parked on Leeder, but I didn’t see your car.”
    We walked to Leeder and Ranger was right … no Escort. I felt my shoulders sag. “Someone stole my car.”
    “Are you sure you parked here?”
    “Yes. There’s a fresh oil stain from my transmission.”
    Ranger slung an arm around my shoulders and