The Bun Boy of Baker by David Putnam

Author:David Putnam [Putnam, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-941528-19-8
Publisher: Deputy Dave Publishing

28

Lola Benavidez

IS15 en route to Vegas

Late Sunday night

I pulled back to the side of the road and stopped.

“Oh my God. What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know, sweetie. You’re the one drivin’?”

“What’s in the car, Maynard? I’m not messing around here. Tell me.”

He shrugged.

I swung my fist around and slugged him.

He bent forward holding his shoulder. “Ooowee, you…you…you sweet thing you.” Then he started to laugh. “See, I can change. I almost called you the C word.”

“What am I going to do? We’re both going to jail.”

“Don’t get your panties in a wad, girl. Just relax, okay? You’re better armed than he is and he’s carryin’ one of them new Glock 40s. All them highway trolls do.”

“What are you talking about?” I looked in the rearview. The cop got out and his shadow blocked the bright light as he came around his car door. “I don’t have any kind of weapon.”

“That’s what I love about you, kid. You got no idea what your holdin’. You got a couple of thirty-eights…thirty-eight Ds’. So use ‘em.”

I looked down at my chest as if I just at that moment understood what I carried in my bra. “How’d you know my bra size, you pervert?”

“Better hurry, here he comes.”

I turned back around and unbuttoned my blouse. “Cops don’t fall for this kind of thing anymore, do they? They’re too professional.”

“If he ain’t homo, he’ll fall for it for sure, trust me. Take her down at least two more buttons and when you get a chance, give him a gander with those big innocent eyes. Put them on full power like you do with Bogardus. That poor bastard never had a chance. You been wastin’ it on him though, that’s for damn sure. He’s all broke up inside.”

I unbuttoned two more buttons, flared the top of my blouse a little. “Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s nothing wrong with Brad.”

“He’s real close to eatin’ that gun of his. Can’t you see it?”

“WHAT?”

The cop tapped on the glass. I jumped. Rolled down the window. “Hello, officer. Did…did I do something wrong?”

I couldn’t see anything; his bright flashlight blinded me.

My mind spun out of control replaying every minute of time I’d spent with Brad. I hadn’t seen anything emotionally wrong…oh wait maybe I had…yes…yes, he did seem sad at times. I only recognized it because I liked it so much when he smiled and really noticed when he didn’t flash those pearly whites often enough.

“What was the problem, ma’am? You were pulled over to the side of the road back there?”

“What? Oh, oh, that. My great grandfather here couldn’t find his inhaler and I had to pull over to find it. I’m sorry, officer. It won’t happen again.”

Tusker whispered, “Great grandfather, really? You got a mean streak in ya, girl.”

“Sssh.”

I remembered what Tusker had said about the eyes and turned into the light. I didn’t know how to use my eyes as a tool like he explained and tried to imagine Brad standing outside the door, holding the flashlight.

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