Bingo Barge Murder by Jessie Chandler

Author:Jessie Chandler [Chandler, Jessie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Lesbian, Women Sleuths, Mystery & Detective, mystery, bingo, soft-boiled, regional, minnesota, murder mystery
ISBN: 9780738725963
Google: 1UxvPrnHv6IC
Amazon: 073872596X
Publisher: MIDNIGHT INK
Published: 2011-05-07T22:00:00+00:00

“Goddamn good for nothing dog, off hidin’ somewhere. Should be shot.” We heard a gleeful guffaw and the sound of something hard slapping leather. Then Buzz’s booming laughter echoed as he and another man exited the front room and entered the huge space.

The other man said, “Ow, that hurt! Take your aggravations out on the mutt. Rita’s a rich bitch—too rich for trailer park trash like you.”

“Artie, I told you once not to touch me. You touched me. And Rita ain’t a bitch. She might be rich, she’s definitely stupid, but she ain’t a bitch.”

“If she’s not a bitch, why you so mad at her?”

“Because, asshole, she talked to that woman who came poking around about the warehouse. That was too close. The deal’s damn near done. Those fucking nuts’ll be on a boat headed down the Mississippi tomorrow night, and we’ll all get paid. Then Rita and me’s goin’ south.” A rasping, evil laugh sent a shiver down my spine. “Waaay fucking south.”

The men’s voices grew louder as they approached, and only the hulking remains of cars were between us now. I was afraid Dawg would bolt and run to Buzz, effectively announcing our presence.

I groped out a hand and as soon as I touched fur, the dog crowded close to me, quivering. In a fit of instantaneous, almost blind rage, I nearly jumped up and screamed at Buzz and his red-neck pal. Coop must have sensed I was about to do something stupid. He grabbed my arm.

Buzz said in a raspy growl, “Fuck it. I’m going for the shotgun. See if Dawg’s on top of his game tonight or not.”

Dawg cowered even lower. The two men headed back the way they’d come, their voices fading in time to their steps.

“We have to get out,” Coop whispered. “The door back there. Maybe we can sneak out and they’ll never know we were here.”

We crept toward the rear corner of the building. My foot caught on some mechanical part, and I stumbled, going down on one knee. Dawg immediately came to my aid, slurping the back of my head. Coop nudged the heavy pooch away and hauled me to my feet, trying to keep his profile low in case Buzz and Artie returned. I brushed my hands on the seat of my pants and scrambled after him. We made it to the door without further incident, and Coop turned the knob. He pushed it open just enough to see if the coast was clear.

Harsh voices echoed across the big compound.

“DAWG!”

“Here, you mangy mutt!”

“I can’t believe that damn animal. Some watchdog he is!”

Coop stuck his head out, and then ducked back in. “Junkers are lined up right next to the fence back here, too. I say we make a break for it, hop onto that old red car and then over the fence.”

Dawg sat between us, his massive head pivoting from Coop to me and back to Coop, as if he were following the conversation. I patted his neck and put my cheek against his floppy ear.

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