Doing It Right by MaryJanice Davidson

Author:MaryJanice Davidson [Davidson, MaryJanice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7582-6854-9
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2007-11-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

There was another knock on the door. “Who the hell is that?” Carlotti asked, perplexed.

He was right to be perplexed, Kara thought. This wasn’t a neighborhood where one knocked. Certainly the police wouldn’t bother. And anyone who belonged in this warehouse was here right now. So who was it?

“Girl Scout cookie time already?” she asked brightly.

“Shut the hell up. Joey, go open the door.”

Joey did, first freeing his semi-automatic and holding it loosely in his gun hand. Kara noticed he hadn’t bothered to ratchet a bullet in the chamber, a fact which cheered her immensely. How nice to know that Carlotti, a monumental idiot, still chose to surround himself with fellow morons. She almost laughed aloud and got ready.

Her mood had dramatically shifted and she wondered at it. And in another half-second she was able to put her finger on the reason for her sudden high spirits. For once in her life, she wasn’t acting like a rat in a trap, wasn’t wondering how best to scuttle away and live to thieve another day. Now she was thinking like an assassin. It was unsettling, but nice to be thinking about something besides how to run.

Joey unbolted the door and swung it open. It groaned on heavy hinges which cried out for oil, revealing …

Jared.

“Pizza?” Joey asked.

Kara closed her eyes. The stress had finally gotten to her. All those years of living by her wits, of cheating death—and various arresting officers—had finally caught up with her; in this moment of extreme peril, she was hallucinating.

“Yeah, that’s sixty-nine ninety-five,” Jared was saying. Kara opened her eyes. It was Jared. Dressed in a red jacket, a red cap, and jeans. Perhaps most surprising, he was carrying six large pizza boxes.

It wasn’t an actual delivery uniform, she realized, but the bold colors—coupled with the pizza boxes—tricked the average observer into thinking he was a delivery boy.

“We didn’t order no pizzas!” Carlotti shouted. “So get the hell lost!”

“What?” Jared yelled back. “Dude, if you don’t pay, it gets taken outta my paycheck!”

“But we didn’t—”

“So you’re payin’! I gotta pepperoni extra cheese, I gotta meatlover’s special, I gotta vegetarian, I gotta sausage onion mushroom, I gotta cheese—”

“But we didn’t order any pizza,” Joey said, still trying to puzzle this out. Kara could practically read the man’s torturous thought process—We should be beating the crap outta the bimbo, instead we’re talking about pizza? Wha?

“Sixty-nine ninety-five, man, let’s go, I’m double parked.” Suddenly, shockingly, he hurled the pizza boxes at the bad guys, who had loosely clustered around Joey, and yelled, “Run, Kara!”

Joey’s elbow came up, blocking, but it did no good—the boxes went everywhere, their tops popping open and spilling their load. To her astonishment—and Kara had thought nothing more would surprise her this day—she saw the boxes were filled with dozens and dozens of marbles.

Pandemonium. Joey was the first to fall, hitting the cement floor so hard his gun was jarred from his grip. Jared snatched it from the floor, cat-quick, then pointed it at

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