Weathering the Storm (Delta Stevens #3) by Linda Kay Silva

Author:Linda Kay Silva [Silva, Linda Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, lesbian, Mystery, Crime, Adult
ISBN: 1882587022
Goodreads: 2812710
Publisher: Paradigm Publishing Company
Published: 1994-05-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

“How do I look?”

Connie stepped back and jammed her hands on her hips. “Gee, I don’t know. What is a pervert supposed to look like?”

Delta studied herself in the mirror. She looked appropriately wealthy, yet subdued enough to be believable. Believability was the key. They had to get them to take the bait now, or they would never piece this mess together.

“Got some money?”

Connie nodded. “Yeah, but don’t use it unless you have to. Flashing too much dough is a dead give away.”

Delta turned and stared at Connie. “Mind using a different cliche— perhaps one without the word ‘dead?’ ” Delta adjusted her skirt and flicked off some lint. “God, how do women wear these blasted things? They’re so uncomfortable.” Pulling up the slack in her nylons, Delta shook her head. “And these are the worst. I’ll just bet some man invented them.”

“Del, I don’t think I have ever heard you whine as much as you have tonight. It’s only for a few hours.”

“A few hours? Some women wear them all day. I couldn’t do it. If I had to wear a dress to be a cop, I don’t think I could do it.”

Connie just shook her head.

“And how do you keep the crotch from sagging? It feels like I’m wearing diapers.”

“Keep your legs together,” Connie said, handing Delta a wad of $100 bills. “Hell, how should I know? I only own one dress and it’s a sun dress.”

“Well, next time, let’s use that one, ’cause these nylons suck.”

Grabbing the rest of their things, Connie pulled Delta out the door.

Twenty minutes later, Connie pulled into the parking lot behind Kempt’s Porn Palace. “You okay?”

Delta inhaled slowly to steady her nerves. “I am. I can’t say the same for my nylons.”

Pulling out a small notepad, Connie flipped it open and scanned it quickly. “Okay, the guy at the counter with the reddish hair is Fibber. There should be a second guy called Philip. Apparently, Phil doesn’t know anything. All set?”

Delta pulled her nylons up one last time. “Yep.”

“Here’s your membership card. It’s not a fake, like I thought. So if they call that chapter’s president and ask if you exist, you really do.”

“I’m impressed. You’ve got some pretty incredible connections, you know that?”

Connie nodded. “All to keep you safer, my dear. Del, please be careful in there. I don’t need to tell you how dangerous these kind can be. Don’t get cocky.”

“Cocky? Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I thought I was `mellowing.’”

Connie couldn’t stop her grin. “Play it safe, Storm.”

Delta saluted her. “Will do, boss.” Opening the door, Delta stepped unsurely on her high heels. “It’s a wonder podiatrists don’t make the FDA put health warnings on pumps. These are horrible. They’re the perfect compliment to the equally hazardous nylon droop.”

Connie ignored her. “I’ll drive around to the front so I can have a good view of the front door. If anything gets weird—”

“I’ll holler.” Delta checked to make sure the tiny microphone attached to the back of her necklace was still there.

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