Turbo Twenty-Three by Janet Evanovich

Author:Janet Evanovich
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Headline
Published: 2016-11-14T19:00:00+00:00

SEVENTEEN

IT WAS SATURDAY, and I woke up next to Morelli. This was a luxury that didn’t often happen. Even when he didn’t have to be at an early briefing, he was still up before the sun. He made coffee. He showered. He walked Bob. He surfed the news. This morning he was in bed and the sun was outside, shining without him. That meant Morelli wanted something.

“This is nice,” I said. “You’re usually long gone by the time I wake up.”

“I’m trying something different.”

I looked over at the bedside clock. It was eight o’clock, and I didn’t have to be at the ice cream plant until ten-thirty. I had time for something different.

“I’m game,” I told him, snuggling closer. “What did you have in mind?”

“Originally I was going to treat you to brunch, but I’ve been waiting for three hours and I think we might be looking at a fast cup of coffee.”

I rushed into my apartment at ten o’clock. I said good morning to Rex, gave him fresh water, and filled his cup with hamster food. I changed into clean clothes and was back in my junker car twenty minutes later.

Stan Ducker was waiting for me when I screeched to a stop at the loading dock. He was suited up and standing by his Jolly truck.

“They told me I had to take you with me,” he said. “Like my life isn’t bad enough.”

“Sorry,” I said. “This wasn’t my idea.”

“You need to get dressed. I’ve got an extra wig and suit for you. You can put it all on over your clothes.”

“Nobody said anything about getting dressed.”

“This is the Jolly truck. If you ride in it you gotta look like a Jolly Bogart clown. I’m not supposed to give rides to down-on-their-luck bimbos.”

“Are you implying I’m a down-on-my-luck bimbo?”

“Let’s just say you don’t look like the queen of England.” He hooked his thumb toward his truck. “The suit and wig are on the seat. We need to get moving. The nasty little brats are out there waiting for their Booger Bars.”

Jeez Louise. If this was how he started his day, what was he going to be like at the end of it?

I stepped into the clown costume and tugged the wig on. “Okay,” I said. “I’m ready to roll.”

“Not yet,” he said, handing me a can of red greasepaint. “You gotta do the nose.”

I smeared the stuff all over my nose and thought I was beginning to understand why Ducker was so grumpy. If being a clown wasn’t your lifelong ambition, this wasn’t the job for you.

We chugged out of the parking lot and headed for north Trenton.

“I heard about Gus,” I said. “People are saying he was deliberately locked in the freezer, and it looks like another murder.”

“I don’t know about that, but I always worried about it happening to me. There was an emergency call box in there, but it broke and was never fixed. That’s the way it is in this plant. Bogart cheaps out on everything. Him and his jolly, jolly, jolly crap.

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