We pulled the cushions off. No money.
“Help me lift it,” I said to Lula.
We picked the couch up and looked under. Large duffle bag, zippered shut. Chopper had carved out part of the couch. I snagged the bag and looked inside. Lots of money.
A car horn beeped from the alley. Connie was telling us to get out of the apartment.
“We’re done here,” I said to Lula. “Let’s go.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I hear a siren. I bet it’s the alligator police.”
I ran to the door, flew down the stairs, and jumped into the back of the Camry with Lula a hair behind me. Connie drove down the alley, and just before the cross street, we passed Mr. Jingles steadily moving along, looking like he knew where he was going.
Connie gave an involuntary shiver. I gnawed on my lower lip. And Lula took a disposable wet paper towel from her purse and wiped chicken grease off her hands.
“So that went well,” Lula said.
“We let an alligator loose in the neighborhood!” I told her.
“Yeah, but aside from that, it went well.”
“Did you call animal control?” I asked Connie.
“Yes. They should be here any minute.” Connie turned onto Cotter. “How much money did we get?”
I pawed through the bag. “Rough estimate would be close to a hundred thousand. Might be more.”
“That’s a lot of money,” Lula said, “but it’s not enough.”
“There should be a lot more at the funeral home,” Connie said. “I’m guessing that’s a major collection point.”
I leaned forward and put my head between my knees. I wasn’t cut out for this. My mother was right. I needed a nice, boring job at the personal products factory. Maybe I should stop being a bounty hunter and marry Morelli. Of course, Morelli wasn’t sure he wanted to marry me right now, but I might be able to change his mind. I could go over to his house wearing my red thong and a good attitude and catch him at a weak moment. Then we’d get married immediately before he changed his mind. And knowing Morelli, I’d get pregnant. And it would be a boy.
“I’m not naming him Joseph,” I said. “It’s too confusing.”
“Who?” Lula said.
“Did I just say that out loud?” I asked her.
“Yeah. What the heck were you talkin’ about?”
“It’s not important.”
“I tell you what’s important,” Lula said. “Fried chicken. I can’t get it outta my head ever since I had to watch Mr. Jingles eat all that extra crispy. I think we need to stop at Cluck-in-a-Bucket on the way across town.”
“We’ll stop on the way home,” Connie said. “If we don’t do the funeral home right away, I’m going to lose my nerve.”
“Yeah, I hear you,” Lula said, “but that’s the wrong attitude. That’s delayin’ pleasure, and you do that, and you might never get to the pleasure. Like, what if we get shot or arrested or something and then we can’t get to Cluck-in-a-Bucket? You see what I’m sayin’? Like, we might be dead and then there’d be no extra crispy ever again. And all because we decided to go rob some crazy drug dealer before goin’ to Cluck-in-a-Bucket.”
I had my head back between my knees. I didn’t want to die or go to jail. And if I got out of this unscathed, I was going straight to Rangeman. I was going to strip Ranger naked and squeeze every last drop of pleasure out of him. Then I’d marry Morelli. Somewhere deep in my panic-fogged mind, I suspected this was faulty reasoning, but I couldn’t get a grip on it, what with all the nausea and inability to breathe properly.
“Are you okay?” Connie said to me. “I can’t see you in my mirror. Where are you?”
“Tying my shoe.”
“We’re almost there. Let’s review the plan one last time. I’ll drive by the front so we can scope things out and drop Lula off. Then I’ll drive by the back and park someplace close. Lula will open the back door and give Stephanie cover while Stephanie finds a place to hide. Then Stephanie will put the gas mask on and wait for my all-clear signal.”
“How are we getting the stink bomb in the funeral home with all the windows barred?” Lula wanted to know.