The Book of Death (Bourbon Kid 4)

the
locker room for a few minutes quoting lines from Dirty Harry he called the
elevator down and stepped inside. As the elevator headed back up to the ground
floor he checked out his reflection in its mirrored back wall. He looked the
business all right.
    When the elevator doors parted
he saw that he wasn’t the only one with a new uniform. Flake had her back to
him and was bending over the reception desk, reaching for something. She was
now dressed in a standard blue cop uniform. Tight fitting it was too, but in a
good way. It certainly fitted better than the outfit Sanchez was wearing. In
fact with her ass up in the air it suddenly became clear to him that she was in
fact in extremely good shape. Great legs, great ass. In fact, tidy all over.
    He strutted out of the elevator
towards her tapping his nightstick against his leg as he walked. It alerted
Flake to his presence and she turned around, kicking shut the bottom drawer on
her desk with the heel of the black boot on her right foot.
    ‘Look at you!’ she said smiling.
‘You look like Poncharello from that TV show. What’s it called?’
    ‘CHiPs!’
    ‘That’s it. You’re a dead ringer
for Erik Estrada!’
    Sanchez shrugged. ‘I know. And
you look like Heather Locklear when she was in T.J. Hooker.’
    Flake’s face lit up. ‘You
think?’
    ‘Yeah. That waitress outfit you
wear normally wasn’t doing you justice. You look hot!’
    The compliment obviously went
down well because Flake’s face lit up. ‘You know,’ she said dryly, ‘because
you’re wearing those shades, I can’t tell if you’re kidding or not.’
    ‘That’s why I’m keepin’ ’em on.’
    It suddenly dawned on him that
they were flirting. How had this happened? Flake was quite fit (particularly
now she had on the uniform), so why was she flirting with him? Fit women never
did that unless they wanted free drinks in the Tapioca. Odd . He’d
definitely have to keep a close eye on her, he decided. Particularly her ass.
    As if she suspected he’d be
wondering about the whereabouts of The Book With No Name, Flake kicked the
bottom drawer of her desk. ‘The book’s in there,’ she said. ‘I’m going to ask
around later to see if there’s any vampire folklore about magic books or
anything. I’ll also try an Internet search to see if I can find out who wrote
it.’
    ‘Good luck with that,’ said
Sanchez. ‘I think you’ll have more chance of finding out who wrote the Bible.’
    ‘Worth a try though,’ said
Flake.
    Sanchez barely heard her. Something
else had grabbed his attention. Something far more important. Someone had just
walked into the station through the glass doors at the front. It was a lady he
recognised. The woman of his dreams.
    Jessica.
    She was wearing a black catsuit
and she looked as hot as ever. Her dark hair positively shone and her milky
white skin looked as soft as silk. Sanchez had feared he might never see her
again ever since she had gone missing from his spare room above the Tapioca.
He’d had her safely tucked away up there for months while he had nursed her
back to health. But then she’d just recently come out of a coma, only to then
vanish while he was out shopping. It really was a relief to see her alive
again. And he was particularly pleased that she’d turned up while he was
wearing a super cool highway patrolman’s outfit. If he could get himself a
motorbike too, he’d be irresistible to any woman.
    ‘Jessica,’ he said strolling
nonchalantly towards her. ‘Where have you been? I was worried. Thought you
might have been shot by the Bourbon Kid again.’
    She obviously hadn’t recognised
him straight away, but he could sense that she recognised his voice. And she
smiled too. A good sign. She walked up to him with her usual sexy swagger.
    ‘Well, hello there
Paunch-a-rello,’ she said patting his stomach. ‘How’s tricks?’
    ‘Great,’ said Sanchez. ‘How’s
your memory today? Have you got amnesia again? Because you should know, we’ve
become quite close.’
    She smiled. ‘My memory is just
fine. How could I forget you, Sanchez? After all you’ve done for me?’
    This was a great sign. Chances
were high she was single again. Her previous lover Jefe had been killed the
same day she had slipped into her latest coma, so finally, the timing might be
just right for a romance with Sanchez.
    ‘Have you come here just to see
me?’ he asked.
    ‘Actually I’ve come to report a
theft.’
    From behind Sanchez, Flake
called