BUTTONS & FOES

Chapter One

The woman wasn't a typical dry-cleaning customer. She looked like Elvira-turned-Biker Babe. Or maybe Morticia Addams as a bag lady since she was dragging two huge trash bags as she came into Dyer's Cleaners. "I'm looking for the owner-someone named Mandy Dyer," she said. "I'm Mandy," I said. "What can I do for you?" The Biker Babe could have been anywhere from her early twenties to late thirties. Her heavy makeup and almost-black lipstick made it hard to tell. Her long dark hair-unlike mine, which is short and brown-seemed to have been sprayed on with jet-black ink. She was wearing tight black leather pants, jacket, and boots. The only thing missing was a Harley, but of course, she couldn't have hauled the trash bags on a motorcycle. She hoisted the bags onto the counter and gave me a bored look. "I'm helping out my boyfriend, and he wanted me to bring you these old clothes." I looked i ... read full excerpt from Buttons and Foes ebook