Ivy Get Your Gun by Cindy Brown

Author:Cindy Brown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Henery Press
Published: 2018-05-22T19:53:28+00:00

Chapter 34

“Everyone had flat tires?” asked Matt. “Every single car?”

“Yeah.” I lay on my couch cradling my cell phone close to me. I wished it were Matt. “Employees’ vehicles were the last to be aired up. That’s why I’m calling so late.”

“It’s okay. I’m going to be up for a few more hours working on this paper.” Matt yawned. “Do you think the flat tires are connected to the sewer system vandalism and the escaped reptiles?”

“Seems like it. But I can’t figure out how Mongo’s death figures in. It seems like such a big jump from vandalism to murder.”

“And why start with murder? Wouldn’t you start small?”

“Me, the criminal mastermind?” I smiled at Matt through the phone line, or cell tower or whatever. “You’re right, I’d try something less extreme first…unless Mongo’s death gave me the idea to begin causing more accidents…”

We were both quiet for a moment, thinking. Matt yawned again. “Sorry. Late nights. So, still no word about Annie?”

“No…You’re not hoping that I don’t get cast, are you?” Arghh. I wanted the words back the second they were out of my mouth.

A pause. “You know me better than that.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, it’s just that…” What? What was my problem? “I’m tired.” That wasn’t it, but I was too tired to figure out why I was behaving like a twelve-year-old.

“You do know I’m crazy about you, right? And that I want you to be happy?”

“Yeah. I do. Thanks.” I hugged the phone again. “I’m just a tired idiot. See you tomorrow? At the cookout?”

“You bet. Good night. Sweet dreams, Ivy.”

“Good night.” We hung up.

I lay back on my couch and studied the water stain on my ceiling. Sometimes it looked like a heart. Other times it put me in mind of a bloodstain. Tonight it was both. What was up with me? Was I really afraid that Matt didn’t want me to succeed as an actor? Getting the gig would mean a lot of time away from him, since Arizona Center Stage always had performances in Tucson as well as Phoenix. And it could lead to more jobs that took me away from him. But he had never said anything about that. Well, he’d talked—maybe complained—a little about my schedule. Or had he? Maybe that was me projecting my feelings. Maybe I was afraid…

Next thing I knew sunlight was streaming in my windows, and I had a crick in my shoulder from sleeping the entire night on the couch. Great. I’d hoped to get out to Sunnydale early this morning, scope out the desert perimeter, maybe stake out the water hazards. Lassie had been gone for over a week. I didn’t like to think what that meant.

I grabbed a quick shower and changed into a clean t-shirt and not-so-clean jeans. I made coffee in my French press, poured it into two big to-go cups (I didn’t have a thermos), and hit the road.

I was too late to catch a glimpse of any night creatures, including Chihuahuas and pugs.

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