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“Morgan,” Chief Collars bellowed, “Where’s your partner.”
Morgan glared at the uncooperative screen on his terminal and answered, “I think she stepped outside to practice her accent.”
“Not interested in your domestic squabbles. You two have a pickup to make.” Collars handed a piece of paper to one of the female officers and gestured toward Morgan. She managed to deliver it without looking at the paper, Morgan, Collars, or any one else in the room.
When it dropped down on the desk Morgan picked it up. Pursed his lips. Without any other expression he headed out to the parking lot where Delavera was earnestly talking into her cell phone.
Morgan caught her eye, jerked his head in the direction of the car.
“Gotta go.” She said into the phone, clicked it shut and followed him. He swung into the driver’s side, she slid into the passenger side. “You should let me behind the wheel sometime. I learned how to drive in Tijuana. I give you exciting time. Show you where all the good places are with the bad women.”
“Last thing I need is more excitement.”
“Hmmmm. Are you sitting on a thumb tack? Honest, I didn’t mean to leave it there.”
Morgan handed her the piece of paper.
She read it. Shrugged. “So?”
“See the name of the person we are supposed to arrest?”
“Yeah.” She looked at both sides.
“See who the boss is? Where we are to make the arrest at?”
Delavera whistled. “I always wanted to see the inside of that house. What is the problem?”
“I’ve already seen the inside of the house. I slid down the banister.”
Delavera studied him from every possible angle. “You don’t look like you were born rich.”
“Close enough. My mother is Jessica Bain.”
“Sorry.” She looked blank.
“Just Bain Me beauty salon. She owns it. And if a client is in serious need she has been known to make house calls. When the old lady couldn’t leave the house any more it was our Saturday afternoon outing. She’s been their beautician for two generations.”
“I’ve always wanted to get my hair done there. If I mention your name will I get a discount?”
“If I ask her to, she will come out to the car and do your hair for free.”
“Woooo. I take back everything I say. I love you dearly. We will get married right after your mom comes out and does my hair, just as you said. You will be my querido. My Don Quixote.”
Morgan smiled. “See who we are supposed to arrest?”
“Yeah. I see. Does she slide down banisters too?”
“She might. I don’t know.”
“So what is the problem, future love of my life?”
“I am at least partly responsible for her getting the job.”
“Collars know all this?”
“Oh yes. I’m sure he is hoping I’ll make a blunder he can call conflict of interest or something.
“Did you look at the charge?”
Morgan nodded and concentrated on his driving.
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