Tami Hoag by Dust To Dust

Author:Dust To Dust [Txt] [Dust, Dust To]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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“Yes.” The girl’s eyes looked big behind the glasses. “Whatd she do? She’s never flashed a penis at a nyone.

“We’ve just got a couple questions:’ Liska said. “She’s not in any trouble.”

Cat Eyes looked skeptical but made no comment as she led them toward the dressing rooms.

Chamiqua Jones was twenty-something, looked forty-something, and was built like a fifty-five-gallon drum with a rusty Brillo pad hairdo. She stood guard near the dressing rooms, directing would-be consumers and shoplifters.

“That door over there, honey.” She pointed a customer down the row, then shook her head and muttered under her breath as the customer walked away, “Like you gonna get your fat white ass in them pants.”

She glanced at Kovac and Liska, then let herself into one of the dressing rooms to pick up a tangled pile of discarded jeans.

“You again.” “Hey, Charmqua.”

“I don’t need this hassle on my job, Kovac.”

“Here I was missing you, and .that’s the greeting I get? I feel like we’re getting to be old pals.”

/Jones didn’t smile. “You gonna get my ass killed, that’s what.” “You still don’t have anything to say about Nixon?” Liska said. “The president? Nope. Nothing. I wasn’t born yet. I hear he was a crook, but ain’t they all?”

“Witnesses put you at the scene of the assault, Chamiqua.”

“That rag-head cab driver?” she said, carrying the jeans to a table. “He lying. I never seen no assault. I told y’all before.”

“You didn’t see a man jump Wyan Nixon and beat him with a tire iron.”

“No, ma’am. All I know ‘bout Wyan Nixon is he is bad news. Especially for me.”

She folded the jeans with quick, practiced movements. Her hands were chubby, with short fingers and taut skin.They made Kovac think of small balloon animals. Her gaze darted twenty feet away to a stocky young man with a tight white spandex cap that looked like a condom for the skull. Kovac had never seen him before, but there was no 1111’staking what he was: muscle. A hundred eighty pounds of sociopathic

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