Checkered Past (A Laurel London Mystery Book 2) by Kappes Tonya

Author:Kappes, Tonya [Kappes, Tonya]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Published: 2014-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Sweat dripped off my hairline when I sat straight up in bed. I looked at the clock. It was four thirty in the morning and probably too early to call Antonio, but I had to. Somehow my subconscious woke me up. Derek had asked Antonio where he worked and he said he worked for the jail system. It might not be the right jail, but it was a jail.

I flipped on the side table light next to my bed and grabbed my hobo bag off the floor, dumping its content on the comforter. Henrietta didn’t bother lifting her head. She stayed curled up on the pillow next to me.

I spread the gun, leather tobacco pouch, makeup, notebook and all the other contents around until I found my phone. I scrolled through the past call history and hit the green button when I saw Antonio’s name.

“What?” Antonio sounded like an angry bear from the other end. “What do you want?”

“I need a favor. And I’ll pay you five thousand dollars.” I knew it was going to take a lot of cash to get him to do what I needed him to do.

“I’m listening.” He sounded a little perkier.

“I need to get into Eddyville and I need you to tell me how I can.” Once I got in, I could easily get around. I had a knack for thinking quick on my feet.

“Five thousand dollars?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Easy.” He snickered. “Be at Friendship Baptist Church tomorrow morning around ten.”

“You mean ten as in a few hours or ten as in like tomorrow tomorrow.” I had to get it straight in my head since it was technically already morning of tomorrow.

“Laurel, you are a head case. Ten as in a few hours.” He yawned. “There is a bus with some of the local women from there and in Louisville. They go to the prisons and tutor, preach, counsel or whatever the fucking loser prisoners need.”

“Antonio, for being such an ass, you really are coming through for me.” I felt giddy, though it was going to be harder than I thought.

My past with Friendship Baptist Church pastor, Pastor Wilson and his wife Rita, wasn’t very good.

“I’m not sure whether that is a compliment or if I should be offended,” he said. “Either way, I’m going back to bed.”

“Yeah, me too. Thanks.” I hung the phone up, flicked off the light.

It seemed liked I had just closed my eyes when my alarm chirped. I groaned when I realized I had to do my community service. The sound of thumping made me pop up. I picked up Henrietta off the pillow and got out of bed following the noise downstairs to the kitchen.

Trixie had a long, thick stick in between her legs. She was using a knife as if she was whittling something.

“Morning! Coffee is ready. Biscuits and sausage on the counter. Butter is in the dish.” She didn’t look up at me.

“What are you doing?” I wiped my hair from my face and rubbed my eyes, trying to get them open a little more.

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