Dead Hair Day by Nina Cordoba

Author:Nina Cordoba
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: McMurrow Press
Published: 2022-07-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Once we had our costumes on, LeeAnne and I opened the curtain.

A glance around the room told me Buck had left. I blew out a huge sigh of relief.

Jasmine and Cherry were wearing their costumes now. I took in the wigs, and the sheath-shaped colored dresses, each with a thick black horizontal stripe. They were dressed as Bubbles and Blossom from the Powerpuff Girls.

Lucky for me, Buck only had two poles or I might have been Buttercup.

They were both standing near the doorway as if they were about to go on. I needed to act fast. “Cherry, you were about to tell me the–” I began.

Buck stepped through the curtained doorway, causing Jasmine and Cherry to hustle backward to avoid getting run over.

“You ladies hold off for a minute.” He gestured toward them, then turned to us. “You two are going on now.”

“Wh...?” The air passed through my lips, but my voice had abandoned me. Heart racing, I turned to look at LeeAnne.

She seemed pensive, but not nearly frantic enough for the predicament we were in. “That’s okay. We don’t mind waitin’,” she said. She gestured to the Power Puff Girls. “They’re ready to go and–”

Buck turned his palms up, spreading his hands apart as if opening the curtain on me and LeeAnne. “And so are you,” he said. Then he did that thing again, where he put an arm around each of us and swept us through the doorway to the steps leading up to the stage.

My eyes darted around like a cornered animal’s. In the time we’d been backstage, the scene had changed drastically. Men of all shapes and sizes now filled the bar.

My mind was reeling.

I can’t get on that stage in front of all these men.

Cherry has a name that might lead us to the killer.

I’ve got to get out of here, now!

If I take off now, I may never get the chance to talk to her again. What if it’s the clue that will solve Eliza’s murder?

I had to do this for Nick. If he failed his cousin and his aunt and his mom, he’d never forgive himself.

The music was loud as “Mother,” now down to her granny panties and a practical white bra, reached around to unhook it.

I moved very close to LeeAnne and whispered, “I really don’t know how to stripper dance!”

“I told you, they don’t care about the dancing,” she reminded me. “Just pretend you’re in the kitchen doing the Macarena with your grandma but slow it down to half speed.”

She expected me to take a dance I associated with my very protective, very religious grandmother, who would not approve of this in a million years, and do it...here?

I scanned the leering faces of the men in the crowd. I crossed myself, automatically, then realized how stupid that was. If there was a God, the chances he would approve of what I was about to do seemed extremely low.

The music stopped. As patrons cheered, Mother came toward us, her huge breasts flopping as she barreled down the stairs.

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