Chapter One
LIVING IN TRENTON in July is like living inside a big pizza oven.
Hot, airless, aromatic.
Because I didn't want to miss any of the summer experience I
had the sunroof open on my Honda CRX. My brown hair was
pulled up into a wind-snarled, curls-gone-to-frizz ponytail. The sun
baked the top of my head, and sweat trickled under my black
spandex sports bra. I was wearing matching spandex shorts and a
sleeveless oversized Trenton Thunders baseball jersey. It was an
excellent outfit except it gave me no place to stick my .38. Which
meant I was going to have to borrow a gun to shoot my cousin
Vinnie.
I parked the CRX in front of Vinnie's storefront bail bonds
office, lunged out of the car, stalked across the sidewalk, and
yanked the office door open. "Where is he? Where is that miserable
little excuse for a human being?"
"Uh oh," Lula said from behind the file cabinet. "Rhino alert."
Lula is a retired hooker who helps clean up the filing and
sometimes rides shotgun for me when I do my fugitive apprehension
thing. If people were cars, Lula would be a big, black
'53 Packard with a high-gloss chrome grille, oversized headlig ... read full excerpt from Four to Score ebook
