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pretty bad as she put the car into drive. I looked over to see Rex and Angela coming out the front door of Trattoria Italiano. Kelly and I ducked down in our seats as Rex looked around. Now that I'd come to my senses, it wouldn't do for Rex to see me and ruin everything.
It started to rain, and the two ran to Rex's car. Angela stood behind him as he unlocked the passenger door, and she slid something into his coat pocket. Rex didn't even notice as he opened the door and helped her in.
"Did you see that?" I asked.
Kelly nodded. "It's nothing. Maybe he insisted on paying for dinner, and she was slipping money into his pocket. I've done that."
Rex ran around to his side of the SUV and put his hand into his pocket. He reached in and pulled out something. I whipped out the spy camera and zoomed in, taking pictures. Rex looked at the card, then at the car. Then he got in, and they drove away.
"See? She gave him money," Kelly said as she started driving in the opposite direction.
I looked at the image on the camera and zoomed in.
"First, we need to stop at the nearest drug store," I said, my stomach lurching.
"What? Why? Do you need something?" Kelly asked.
"Yes." What I needed was to get some photos developed. Because what Angela put in Rex's pocket wasn't money. It was a small, plastic card. A hotel room key card. At least, that's what it looked like on the tiny camera screen. And I needed to make sure that's what it was. Before I broke down the door and extracted Angela's teeth and fingernails…one at a time.
CHAPTER NINE
"Can I help you?" A bored teenage girl with vacant eyes and limp hair of a color that could only be described as "dust bunny" stood at the photo counter of the closest drugstore. The overhead lighting cast a depressing, gray glow over everything. I'd bet you'd never find the glamorous Angela here. It kind of made me hate her a little more.
"Yes," I said, my hands closing around the mini spy camera in my pocket. "I need to print some pictures."
The kid, whose nametag improbably said Emmanuelle, seemed apprehensive. She turned and stared at the photo equipment for what seemed like several minutes.
"Huh. No one ever really does that anymore." The girl walked around behind a large contraption and rustled some papers. She then returned with a book. It was a manual for the machine.
"Do you know how to do that?" I asked.
Emmanuelle looked at me with glassy eyes and shrugged. Her mouth hung open the whole time. I wondered if she couldn't breathe with it closed.
"People usually just print pictures at home. If they print them at all," she said. Every word came out in monosyllable. Lobotomized sea cucumbers had more enthusiasm.
"Well, I don't have a printer," I said simply. "So what do I do here?"
She shrugged again, making me think that confusion was her favorite emotion. "Do you have the SD card or something?"
I pulled out the camera and handed it to her. Her eyes grew wide as she turned it over in her hand. "What's this?" She asked.
"It's my camera," I said, rolling my eyes.
"It is?" Emmanuelle asked, turning it over as if it might sprout a mouth and tell her what to do.
"She's not used to that," Kelly said in my ear. "It's not a normal camera."
"It's the only camera I have!" I protested. But Kelly was right—using a spy camera was probably not my brightest idea.
"How did you print pictures from it before?" Kelly asked.
I shrugged now. "I just handed the camera to Riley when I was done."
"I think…" Emmanuelle said slowly as she handed the camera back to me. "You gotta take out the SD card. That's what we'll insert into the kiosk. I think." Well, at least she thinks . The girl raised her right arm to point at another dusty machine in the corner.
"Oh, right," I said as I started to think, maybe for the first time tonight. I twisted the camera and turned, and it opened. I reached in with my fingernail, popped out the SD card, and handed it to her.
Emmanuelle looked at it. She just
It started to rain, and the two ran to Rex's car. Angela stood behind him as he unlocked the passenger door, and she slid something into his coat pocket. Rex didn't even notice as he opened the door and helped her in.
"Did you see that?" I asked.
Kelly nodded. "It's nothing. Maybe he insisted on paying for dinner, and she was slipping money into his pocket. I've done that."
Rex ran around to his side of the SUV and put his hand into his pocket. He reached in and pulled out something. I whipped out the spy camera and zoomed in, taking pictures. Rex looked at the card, then at the car. Then he got in, and they drove away.
"See? She gave him money," Kelly said as she started driving in the opposite direction.
I looked at the image on the camera and zoomed in.
"First, we need to stop at the nearest drug store," I said, my stomach lurching.
"What? Why? Do you need something?" Kelly asked.
"Yes." What I needed was to get some photos developed. Because what Angela put in Rex's pocket wasn't money. It was a small, plastic card. A hotel room key card. At least, that's what it looked like on the tiny camera screen. And I needed to make sure that's what it was. Before I broke down the door and extracted Angela's teeth and fingernails…one at a time.
CHAPTER NINE
"Can I help you?" A bored teenage girl with vacant eyes and limp hair of a color that could only be described as "dust bunny" stood at the photo counter of the closest drugstore. The overhead lighting cast a depressing, gray glow over everything. I'd bet you'd never find the glamorous Angela here. It kind of made me hate her a little more.
"Yes," I said, my hands closing around the mini spy camera in my pocket. "I need to print some pictures."
The kid, whose nametag improbably said Emmanuelle, seemed apprehensive. She turned and stared at the photo equipment for what seemed like several minutes.
"Huh. No one ever really does that anymore." The girl walked around behind a large contraption and rustled some papers. She then returned with a book. It was a manual for the machine.
"Do you know how to do that?" I asked.
Emmanuelle looked at me with glassy eyes and shrugged. Her mouth hung open the whole time. I wondered if she couldn't breathe with it closed.
"People usually just print pictures at home. If they print them at all," she said. Every word came out in monosyllable. Lobotomized sea cucumbers had more enthusiasm.
"Well, I don't have a printer," I said simply. "So what do I do here?"
She shrugged again, making me think that confusion was her favorite emotion. "Do you have the SD card or something?"
I pulled out the camera and handed it to her. Her eyes grew wide as she turned it over in her hand. "What's this?" She asked.
"It's my camera," I said, rolling my eyes.
"It is?" Emmanuelle asked, turning it over as if it might sprout a mouth and tell her what to do.
"She's not used to that," Kelly said in my ear. "It's not a normal camera."
"It's the only camera I have!" I protested. But Kelly was right—using a spy camera was probably not my brightest idea.
"How did you print pictures from it before?" Kelly asked.
I shrugged now. "I just handed the camera to Riley when I was done."
"I think…" Emmanuelle said slowly as she handed the camera back to me. "You gotta take out the SD card. That's what we'll insert into the kiosk. I think." Well, at least she thinks . The girl raised her right arm to point at another dusty machine in the corner.
"Oh, right," I said as I started to think, maybe for the first time tonight. I twisted the camera and turned, and it opened. I reached in with my fingernail, popped out the SD card, and handed it to her.
Emmanuelle looked at it. She just
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