Read Online The Miss Fortune Series: Undercover Bubba (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Miss Chance meets Miss Fortune Book 3) by Sam Cheever - Free Book Online
Authors: Sam Cheever
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again, coming up with a can of hairspray.
My weapon of choice. “I’ll take that.”
Gertie tossed me the can.
I stepped around Cal, holding up the spray can. “Stay back, Lyle.”
Lyle dragged to a stop a few feet away. His beady gaze narrowed on the can. I had my hand wrapped around the small container so he couldn’t tell what it was.
The group of monks broke up and two of them moved toward us. One of them was Brother Todd, stumbling in our direction. I didn’t know the other man walking with him.
I heard clanking and turned to find Fortune clutching a small whip with metal balls on the end. I grimaced. The whip brought back bad memories of falling off fences and running from slavering Rottweilers.
Mannie wasn’t the only one who had trouble letting that one go.
Cal glanced my way and nearly rolled his eyes. I glared at him. I knew my weapon wasn’t very scary. But at least I had one. Besides, it had worked with Lyle the last time we’d faced off with him.
“Ah ha!” Gertie came up with a piece of metal with several holes in it. She slipped the brass knuckles over her fingers and lifted her fist toward Lyle.
We were a hodge podge. Barely even scary. But Lyle had experienced our combined attack before, when we were armed with little more than hairspray and a big rock. He seemed reluctant to experience it again.
“Nobody wants any trouble, Mr. Borne,” Cal said very reasonably.
Lyle scanned us a look before responding in a surprisingly high-pitched voice. “What makes you think I want trouble?”
“You always want trouble,” Gertie said.
Lyle shrugged. “It’s not that I want it. But you four always seem to drop it on my doorstep.”
Silence met his statement. Technically he wasn’t wrong.
Cal jerked his head toward the gator. “What’s going on over there?”
Lyle slipped the massive knife into a sheath he wore around his thigh. “Idiot monks won’t listen to reason.”
Two of said “idiot monks” stopped just behind Lyle, glaring at his back. Brother Todd inclined his chin toward me. “Felicity. It’s nice to see you again.”
“Hello, Mr. Stevens.”
“Brother Todd, please.” He gave me a smile.
“Is my father around? I was hoping to talk to him.”
Brother Todd looked at the other monk, his expression filled with surprise. “He was just here. Did you see him Brother Matt?”
Shorter than I was and so pale his skin appeared translucent, Brother Matt wrapped skinny arms around his waist as if bracing against a fit of nerves. “I think I saw him duck into the trees over there.” He pointed toward the path where we’d found Brother Mike’s hidey hole under the bench.
“Thanks,” Cal said. “We’ll look for him there.”
“Before you go,” Brother Todd interjected. “Do you think you could help us with something?”
“I’ll try,” Cal said.
“This man…” Brother Matt said with a curl of his thin lip, “…says Aristotle needs to be cut open to see if he’s eaten Brother Mike.”
Brother Todd nodded. “Is that true?”
Cal frowned. “I don’t know your local laws. You should ask Deputy LeBlanc.”
The two monks turned twin smug looks toward Lyle and I quickly realized what was going on. “Did Lyle tell you he needed to take Aristotle with him now?”
“He did.” Brother Todd glared anew at Lyle. “We told him it wouldn’t be possible. He became quite belligerent.”
Lyle’s hands curled into fists again. A vein in his throat pulsed with anger. “These morons think there’s some saint living in that stupid reptile.” He shook his head. “Only thing inside that gator is a dead monk.”
“You found proof Brother Mike was eaten by this alligator?” Cal asked, his midnight brows lifting in feigned surprise.
Lyle’s only response was a frown.
“He’s lying to you. Lyle wants The Blue Gator bounty,” Ida Belle told them.
Lyle’s jaw tightened and I heard the distinctive sound of teeth rubbing together. “I am not lying. Gators
My weapon of choice. “I’ll take that.”
Gertie tossed me the can.
I stepped around Cal, holding up the spray can. “Stay back, Lyle.”
Lyle dragged to a stop a few feet away. His beady gaze narrowed on the can. I had my hand wrapped around the small container so he couldn’t tell what it was.
The group of monks broke up and two of them moved toward us. One of them was Brother Todd, stumbling in our direction. I didn’t know the other man walking with him.
I heard clanking and turned to find Fortune clutching a small whip with metal balls on the end. I grimaced. The whip brought back bad memories of falling off fences and running from slavering Rottweilers.
Mannie wasn’t the only one who had trouble letting that one go.
Cal glanced my way and nearly rolled his eyes. I glared at him. I knew my weapon wasn’t very scary. But at least I had one. Besides, it had worked with Lyle the last time we’d faced off with him.
“Ah ha!” Gertie came up with a piece of metal with several holes in it. She slipped the brass knuckles over her fingers and lifted her fist toward Lyle.
We were a hodge podge. Barely even scary. But Lyle had experienced our combined attack before, when we were armed with little more than hairspray and a big rock. He seemed reluctant to experience it again.
“Nobody wants any trouble, Mr. Borne,” Cal said very reasonably.
Lyle scanned us a look before responding in a surprisingly high-pitched voice. “What makes you think I want trouble?”
“You always want trouble,” Gertie said.
Lyle shrugged. “It’s not that I want it. But you four always seem to drop it on my doorstep.”
Silence met his statement. Technically he wasn’t wrong.
Cal jerked his head toward the gator. “What’s going on over there?”
Lyle slipped the massive knife into a sheath he wore around his thigh. “Idiot monks won’t listen to reason.”
Two of said “idiot monks” stopped just behind Lyle, glaring at his back. Brother Todd inclined his chin toward me. “Felicity. It’s nice to see you again.”
“Hello, Mr. Stevens.”
“Brother Todd, please.” He gave me a smile.
“Is my father around? I was hoping to talk to him.”
Brother Todd looked at the other monk, his expression filled with surprise. “He was just here. Did you see him Brother Matt?”
Shorter than I was and so pale his skin appeared translucent, Brother Matt wrapped skinny arms around his waist as if bracing against a fit of nerves. “I think I saw him duck into the trees over there.” He pointed toward the path where we’d found Brother Mike’s hidey hole under the bench.
“Thanks,” Cal said. “We’ll look for him there.”
“Before you go,” Brother Todd interjected. “Do you think you could help us with something?”
“I’ll try,” Cal said.
“This man…” Brother Matt said with a curl of his thin lip, “…says Aristotle needs to be cut open to see if he’s eaten Brother Mike.”
Brother Todd nodded. “Is that true?”
Cal frowned. “I don’t know your local laws. You should ask Deputy LeBlanc.”
The two monks turned twin smug looks toward Lyle and I quickly realized what was going on. “Did Lyle tell you he needed to take Aristotle with him now?”
“He did.” Brother Todd glared anew at Lyle. “We told him it wouldn’t be possible. He became quite belligerent.”
Lyle’s hands curled into fists again. A vein in his throat pulsed with anger. “These morons think there’s some saint living in that stupid reptile.” He shook his head. “Only thing inside that gator is a dead monk.”
“You found proof Brother Mike was eaten by this alligator?” Cal asked, his midnight brows lifting in feigned surprise.
Lyle’s only response was a frown.
“He’s lying to you. Lyle wants The Blue Gator bounty,” Ida Belle told them.
Lyle’s jaw tightened and I heard the distinctive sound of teeth rubbing together. “I am not lying. Gators
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