“I can cook. I had no choice at some of the dumps they put me in; it was either cook or starve. What got me, there were others, smaller children who had no choice but to eat whatever garbage they put out. I began watching the cooking shows and picked up a few things. Even the Whites relied on me to make a lot of their meals.”
“Then the job is yours.” Charli handed over the can and noodle package and teasingly gave a yank on Kayla’s long ponytail she’d gathered and wore in the front. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll be your helper. I can set a mean table.”
“Such accomplishments. I’m impressed,” Kayla laughed.
“After supper, we need to go over the package again that Chief Prowler passed on.”
“I’ve memorized it all, Charli. I’m even forcing myself to think Kayla rather than… ahhh, you know who.”
“Good, kid. You’re doing it right. But we still should perfect our stories because making a slip can be fatal. So… we’ll eat and study.” Charli watched the young girl searching for the tools she needed to prepare the meal, helped her find certain spices and picked up the remote control for the television in the corner, hanging from a stand over the table.
When the picture flashed; the grinning face of the man, who just that day she’d wished in hell, flashed on the screen. Kayla caught Blake’s image and her excited exclamation stopped Charli from changing the channel… not that she would have.
The announcer spoke about an arrest that had happened a few hours earlier. A film started from where a wild-eyed culprit dashed out from between two parked cars, across the first lane to barrel into a car coming from the other direction.
It panned to where Blake followed from the same direction, flew over the hood, his ass sliding across like a scene in an action movie, just in time to overpower and arrest the protesting criminal.
TV high jinx!
“Local police Major keeping the streets of Fort Lauderdale safe… blah, blah, blah…”
Ratings slush!
“One more criminal safely behind bars thanks to our local law enforcement,” the cooing announcer batted her eyelashes at Blake who hovered over her, looking bashful.
Give me a break!
“That’s Blake. Look at the women watching him, everyone’s taking pictures. He’s so handsome, they love him. He’s a hero.”
Seriously? The man’s a playboy posing as a cop.