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

total commitment were in scarce supply.
    “We say we can date other people, but we don’t do it,” I told Lula.
    “That’s stupid,” Lula said. “You got a communication issue. And anyways how are you sure he don’t be out dating other people? I mean he got permission, right? Maybe he’s dating that skank Joyce Barnhardt. What then?”
    “I’d kill him.”
    “You get ten to life for that one,” Lula said.
    I turned toward Kreiner Street. “I’m giving Ziggy another try.”

FIVE
     
    I PARKED IN FRONT OF Ziggy’s house for the second time that day, got out of the car, and walked to his front door. He was dumb enough to answer his door the first time, maybe he’d be dumb enough to answer it again. I rang the bell and waited. No response. I rang again. Nothing. I tried the doorknob. Locked.
    “Stay here and bang on the door,” I said to Lula. “I’m going around back. If he cracks the door, shove it open and go in.”
    “No way,” Lula said. “He’s a vampire.”
    “He’s not a vampire. And even if he is he probably can’t do much damage if he’s got his teeth in a jar.”
    “Okay, but if he smiles at me, and he’s got fangs, I’m outta here.”
    I jogged around to the back of the house and scoped it out. Windows were covered in blackout shades just like the front. Asmall stoop led to the back door. I could faintly hear Lula banging on the front door. I tried the back door. Locked, just like the front. I stood on tiptoes, ran my hand over the top of the door-jamb, and found the key. I opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. Dark wood cabinets, yellow Formica counters. No dirty dishes. No containers indicating blood bank withdrawal.
    I had cuffs tucked into the waistband of my jeans and my stun gun was in my pocket. I moved through the kitchen into the dining room. I could hear the television in the living room.
    “Ziggy?” I yelled. “It’s Stephanie Plum. I need to talk to you.”
    I heard a gasp and some cussing and someone moving. I stepped into the living room and saw Ziggy standing to one side of the couch, poised to run, looking unsure where to go. Lula was still hammering on the door.
    I went to the front door and pointed a finger at Ziggy. “Stay. Don’t move from that spot.”
    “What do you want?”
    “You need to go with me to reschedule your court date.”
    “I told you to come back at night. Or maybe I could chance it on a real cloudy day,” he added, as an afterthought.
    I went to the front door, slipped the deadbolt back, and before I could open the door, Lula gave it a shove and knocked me on my butt.
    “Oops,” Lula said, looking down at me. “I thought you were the vampire.”
    Ziggy sprang into action and streaked past us, heading for the stairs to the second floor.
    “Grab him,” I yelled to Lula. “He might be going for his teeth.”
    Lula did a flying lunge and caught Ziggy’s legs. They both went to the ground and rolled around with Lula holding tight and Ziggy squirming to get away.
    “Zap him!” Lula said. “Cuff him! Do something. This is like trying to hold on to a snake. He’s all wriggly.”
    I had my stun gun in hand, but I couldn’t get a clear shot. If I tagged Lula by mistake I’d be the one wrestling with Ziggy all by myself.
    “What’s he doing?” Lula shrieked. “Is he suckin’ on my neck? I feel someone suckin’ on my neck. Get him off me.”
    I pressed the stun gun prongs against Ziggy’s flailing arm and hit the go button. Ziggy squeaked and went inert.
    Lula hauled herself up off the floor and put her hand to her neck. “Do I got holes? Am I bleeding? Do I look like I’m turning into a vampire?”
    “No, no, and no,” I told her. “He doesn’t have his teeth in. He was just gumming you.”
    “That’s disgustin’,” Lula said. “I been gummed by a old vampire. I feel gross. My neck’s all wet. What’s on my neck?”
    I squinted over at Lula. “Looks like a hickey.”
    “Are you shitting me? This worthless bag of bones gave me a hickey?” Lula pulled a mirror out of her purse and checked her neck out. “I’m not happy,” Lula said. “First off I don’t know if I got vampire cooties from this. And second, how am I gonna explain a hickey to my date tonight?”
    I cuffed Ziggy and stood back. He was still on the floor, not moving.
    “We need to get him out to the car,” I said to Lula.
    “His eyes are sort of open, but he don’t look like he’s seeing a lot,” Lula said. “Give him a kick