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you?”
“Maybe. You know, I’ve also heard of Bisbee. Matter of fact, several of my friends have moved there recently.”
“Artsy types, I presume?”
“Yes, and Bisbee’s supposed to be the new Lesbian and gay hot spot. What are you doing there? You’re straight.”
I told him about my job.
“You found a place to stay? If not, I can make a couple of calls.”
“Oh, I have a house already. After living on the boat for so long, I feel like I’m in the Taj Majal.”
“You live in a mausoleum?”
“Smart assed banter, my man. Craig, you are not going to believe this, but that four legged creature ain’t the only coyote I ran into today.” I told him about the van.
“You’ve been in Arizona one day and you’re already profiling?” he teased.
“Oh, golly gee, I must have jumped to conclusions,” I drawled. “They’re probably just a bunch of innocent legal citizens who hide in draws, and run, holding hands, to jump into dark vans manned by gun-toting goons. Surely some sort of local ritual I misread. Silly me, what was I thinking?”
He laughed. “According to some here in Oakland, your thinking makes you a racist. What did Jenks say?”
“Well, uh, he’s not exactly here.”
“Uh-oh. I think I need to get out of California weirdness for awhile, so maybe I’ll trade it in for some Arizona weirdness. Want company?”
“Oh, yes,” I practically yelled.
“Let’s see, one day to Laughlin…this Friday okay?”
“You can up and leave, just like that? What about your patients?”
“Actually, I’ve lightened my load. I have a new partner. Business, that is. As usual, my love life is in the dumper.”
“Misery loves company, so come on down. Sorry though, Coondoggie ain’t on the invite list. My lease says no pets. I guess Blue doesn’t count.”
“No problem. Coondoggie hates traveling anyway.”
“If I overnight a key to Jenks’s apartment in Oakland, can you pick up a few things for me? I’ll send a list of stuff I’d like to have, and where to find them.”
“I’ll do ‘er, and be there by the end of the week. Weekend at the latest. Stay away from that Blue feller until we can figure out exactly what he is. No petting, no matter how friendly he seems, or how much you drink. And Hetta, be careful. It sounds like you’re in bad guy territory.”
Chapter 9
I hung up after my talk with Craig, and tossed Blue another cookie before locking up for the evening. Setting the security system, I made a mental note not to open any doors or windows during the night lest I scare the crap out of myself with a raucous alarm.
Flipping on the TV I learned that little had changed in the five months I’d been without television. Threats of gang killings, dope deals, political unrest, weirded-out celebs, and that was just in Tucson. No mention of a dark van full of illegals being stopped in Cochise County. I wondered if that kind of news was even newsworthy here.
A touch on a nifty remote, et voila , flames sprang to life in the fireplace. Channel surfing, I landed on a shark feeding frenzy on Animal Planet. Not to be outdone by a bunch of toothy critters, I harpooned an entire round of creamy French Brie, backed up with a loaf of San Francisco sourdough bread, and a bottle of cold, crisp, Pinot Grigio. Life doesn’t get much better for a dry-docked damsel.
Dinner done, I snuggled down into the big couch and called Jenks in Kuwait City.
Already at work, he answered on the second ring. “Jenkins.”
“Hi, it’s me.”
“Hi, honey, it’s good to hear your voice this morning.”
“Evening here. I’m sitting on a big old cushy couch, in front of a blazing fire, getting ready to watch a movie on my forty-two inch high def.”
“I take it you are not on the boat, unless you’ve upgraded.”
“Nope, I’m in Arizona.”
“Now, there’s some good news for Mexico,” he teased, then added, “and for me. I’ve heard some disturbing news about the escalating violence
“Maybe. You know, I’ve also heard of Bisbee. Matter of fact, several of my friends have moved there recently.”
“Artsy types, I presume?”
“Yes, and Bisbee’s supposed to be the new Lesbian and gay hot spot. What are you doing there? You’re straight.”
I told him about my job.
“You found a place to stay? If not, I can make a couple of calls.”
“Oh, I have a house already. After living on the boat for so long, I feel like I’m in the Taj Majal.”
“You live in a mausoleum?”
“Smart assed banter, my man. Craig, you are not going to believe this, but that four legged creature ain’t the only coyote I ran into today.” I told him about the van.
“You’ve been in Arizona one day and you’re already profiling?” he teased.
“Oh, golly gee, I must have jumped to conclusions,” I drawled. “They’re probably just a bunch of innocent legal citizens who hide in draws, and run, holding hands, to jump into dark vans manned by gun-toting goons. Surely some sort of local ritual I misread. Silly me, what was I thinking?”
He laughed. “According to some here in Oakland, your thinking makes you a racist. What did Jenks say?”
“Well, uh, he’s not exactly here.”
“Uh-oh. I think I need to get out of California weirdness for awhile, so maybe I’ll trade it in for some Arizona weirdness. Want company?”
“Oh, yes,” I practically yelled.
“Let’s see, one day to Laughlin…this Friday okay?”
“You can up and leave, just like that? What about your patients?”
“Actually, I’ve lightened my load. I have a new partner. Business, that is. As usual, my love life is in the dumper.”
“Misery loves company, so come on down. Sorry though, Coondoggie ain’t on the invite list. My lease says no pets. I guess Blue doesn’t count.”
“No problem. Coondoggie hates traveling anyway.”
“If I overnight a key to Jenks’s apartment in Oakland, can you pick up a few things for me? I’ll send a list of stuff I’d like to have, and where to find them.”
“I’ll do ‘er, and be there by the end of the week. Weekend at the latest. Stay away from that Blue feller until we can figure out exactly what he is. No petting, no matter how friendly he seems, or how much you drink. And Hetta, be careful. It sounds like you’re in bad guy territory.”
Chapter 9
I hung up after my talk with Craig, and tossed Blue another cookie before locking up for the evening. Setting the security system, I made a mental note not to open any doors or windows during the night lest I scare the crap out of myself with a raucous alarm.
Flipping on the TV I learned that little had changed in the five months I’d been without television. Threats of gang killings, dope deals, political unrest, weirded-out celebs, and that was just in Tucson. No mention of a dark van full of illegals being stopped in Cochise County. I wondered if that kind of news was even newsworthy here.
A touch on a nifty remote, et voila , flames sprang to life in the fireplace. Channel surfing, I landed on a shark feeding frenzy on Animal Planet. Not to be outdone by a bunch of toothy critters, I harpooned an entire round of creamy French Brie, backed up with a loaf of San Francisco sourdough bread, and a bottle of cold, crisp, Pinot Grigio. Life doesn’t get much better for a dry-docked damsel.
Dinner done, I snuggled down into the big couch and called Jenks in Kuwait City.
Already at work, he answered on the second ring. “Jenkins.”
“Hi, it’s me.”
“Hi, honey, it’s good to hear your voice this morning.”
“Evening here. I’m sitting on a big old cushy couch, in front of a blazing fire, getting ready to watch a movie on my forty-two inch high def.”
“I take it you are not on the boat, unless you’ve upgraded.”
“Nope, I’m in Arizona.”
“Now, there’s some good news for Mexico,” he teased, then added, “and for me. I’ve heard some disturbing news about the escalating violence
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