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Authors: Janet Evanovich and Charlotte Hughes
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almost groaned out loud. She did not want to start thinking about Zack’s front and back parts. “I thought we were going to have an ice-cream party,” she said.
Queenie gave a grunt. “No way am I going to eat Better than Sex chocolate ice cream with a good-looking man around,” Queenie said. She pretended to fan herself. “I might have an orgasm.”
“Granny Queenie!” Everest said, clearly shocked.
Maggie burst into laughter. It felt good to laugh after the day she’d had, with all the fears and worries swirling around in her mind. “I can’t believe you said that!”
Everest grinned at the older woman. “Hey, you could pretend it was gas.”
“I don’t think so,” Queenie said, tipping her white head to one side and giving a wicked smile. “Gas doesn’t make you go ‘ooh-ooh-ahh-ahh-ahhhhhhh’ and move like this.” Queenie began a hootchykootchy dance, swinging the dish towel seductively, then pretending to towel off her behind with it as she began swiveling.
“I may be old, but I’m still hot,” Queenie said, touching herself with one finger and blowing hard on it as though she’d just given herself a bad burn. Maggie and Everest laughed so loud it brought Mel into the room, but Queenie paid the girl no mind and began moonwalking across the kitchen.
Maggie shrieked with laughter.
Everest doubled over and held his belly, then grasped the back of Maggie’s chair to keep from falling on the floor.
“What in the world is she doing?” Mel asked.
Maggie couldn’t stop laughing, even when she noticed Zack peering through the screen door, an odd look on his face. He stepped inside, tucking his small cell phone into the pocket of his jeans. “Are you okay?” he asked Queenie.
She came to a dead stop, and her mouth formed an O of surprise. Everest snapped upright and threw his shoulders back as though standing at attention, and Maggie tried to swallow her laughter.
Queenie blinked. “Um, I, um. It’s just gas,” she said.
Zack looked amused. “You might want to have that checked out.” He turned to Maggie. “Could we chat for a minute? Alone,” he added.
Zack followed Maggie through the living room to the front door. He thought she looked a little stiff; she was probably trying to prepare for bad news, and it pissed him off that he couldn’t make things okay for her and Mel.
They stepped outside and Zack decided he liked the front porch, with its large rocking chairs with fat cushions, and ferns and potted plants. He’d noticed it first thing when he’d arrived earlier. Maggie Davenport was all about providing and making a good home for her daughter, and it grated on him that some mean son of a bitch would think nothing of destroying it.
He waited for Maggie to sit in one of the rockers before dragging the one next to it closer to her. She turned to him, her eyes troubled and expectant. “Okay, Madden, lay it on me,” she said, and he knew she was trying to sound brave. The faint tremble of her bottom lip told him she was having trouble pulling it off.
“I just got some news,” he said. “A security guard spotted the red Jeep Cherokee used in Stanton’s escape.”
“Where’d they find it?”
“Sitting in a Wal-Mart parking lot, not far from the hospital,” he said. “I’m pretty certain Stanton wasn’t interested in shopping.”
“Not unless there was a sale on handguns,” she said.
“As I mentioned earlier, I think they had another car lined up. It would be too risky to steal one, although police are checking stolen-vehicle reports as they come in. Until now, all they’ve had to go on is the Cherokee.” He saw the disappointment in her eyes.
“Which means Carl Lee and his groupies have probably been on the road since ten-thirty this morning,” she said.
“Unless they had to look for a place to dump a body,” he said. “Our witness was right; the guy who pulled Stanton inside got hit. There was blood on the backseat of the car.”
“How do they
Queenie gave a grunt. “No way am I going to eat Better than Sex chocolate ice cream with a good-looking man around,” Queenie said. She pretended to fan herself. “I might have an orgasm.”
“Granny Queenie!” Everest said, clearly shocked.
Maggie burst into laughter. It felt good to laugh after the day she’d had, with all the fears and worries swirling around in her mind. “I can’t believe you said that!”
Everest grinned at the older woman. “Hey, you could pretend it was gas.”
“I don’t think so,” Queenie said, tipping her white head to one side and giving a wicked smile. “Gas doesn’t make you go ‘ooh-ooh-ahh-ahh-ahhhhhhh’ and move like this.” Queenie began a hootchykootchy dance, swinging the dish towel seductively, then pretending to towel off her behind with it as she began swiveling.
“I may be old, but I’m still hot,” Queenie said, touching herself with one finger and blowing hard on it as though she’d just given herself a bad burn. Maggie and Everest laughed so loud it brought Mel into the room, but Queenie paid the girl no mind and began moonwalking across the kitchen.
Maggie shrieked with laughter.
Everest doubled over and held his belly, then grasped the back of Maggie’s chair to keep from falling on the floor.
“What in the world is she doing?” Mel asked.
Maggie couldn’t stop laughing, even when she noticed Zack peering through the screen door, an odd look on his face. He stepped inside, tucking his small cell phone into the pocket of his jeans. “Are you okay?” he asked Queenie.
She came to a dead stop, and her mouth formed an O of surprise. Everest snapped upright and threw his shoulders back as though standing at attention, and Maggie tried to swallow her laughter.
Queenie blinked. “Um, I, um. It’s just gas,” she said.
Zack looked amused. “You might want to have that checked out.” He turned to Maggie. “Could we chat for a minute? Alone,” he added.
Zack followed Maggie through the living room to the front door. He thought she looked a little stiff; she was probably trying to prepare for bad news, and it pissed him off that he couldn’t make things okay for her and Mel.
They stepped outside and Zack decided he liked the front porch, with its large rocking chairs with fat cushions, and ferns and potted plants. He’d noticed it first thing when he’d arrived earlier. Maggie Davenport was all about providing and making a good home for her daughter, and it grated on him that some mean son of a bitch would think nothing of destroying it.
He waited for Maggie to sit in one of the rockers before dragging the one next to it closer to her. She turned to him, her eyes troubled and expectant. “Okay, Madden, lay it on me,” she said, and he knew she was trying to sound brave. The faint tremble of her bottom lip told him she was having trouble pulling it off.
“I just got some news,” he said. “A security guard spotted the red Jeep Cherokee used in Stanton’s escape.”
“Where’d they find it?”
“Sitting in a Wal-Mart parking lot, not far from the hospital,” he said. “I’m pretty certain Stanton wasn’t interested in shopping.”
“Not unless there was a sale on handguns,” she said.
“As I mentioned earlier, I think they had another car lined up. It would be too risky to steal one, although police are checking stolen-vehicle reports as they come in. Until now, all they’ve had to go on is the Cherokee.” He saw the disappointment in her eyes.
“Which means Carl Lee and his groupies have probably been on the road since ten-thirty this morning,” she said.
“Unless they had to look for a place to dump a body,” he said. “Our witness was right; the guy who pulled Stanton inside got hit. There was blood on the backseat of the car.”
“How do they
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