“How bad do you want bananas Foster?”
“Can you make cookies?”
“Not unless you go to the store. I’m out of everything. I’ll give you a list.”
“I’d go,” Glo said, “but I’m afraid I’ll get snatched.”
“Yeah, and I’d go, but I’m not motivated,” I said.
Diesel drained his wine glass. “I’m motivated. Give me the list.”
Ten minutes later we watched him jog to the sexy black car and disappear inside.
“Freaking awesome,” Glo said.
“The car?”
“That, too.”
We returned to the kitchen, I topped off Glo’s wine, and washed the frying pan. I gave the pan to Glo to dry, and the back door crashed open and two men in suits rushed in. Glo and I jumped and yelped. Carl hid in a corner and put his hands over his eyes. Cat sat hunched and slitty-eyed, his tail twitching.
“What the heck?” I said. “Are you kidding me?”
One of the men looked over at Glo. “Excuse me, ma’am. Are you Glo?”
Glo nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“We’d like you to come with us.”
“I don’t think so,” Glo said.
He lunged at her, and Glo smacked him in the face with the frying pan. Blood spurted out of his nose, and he crumpled to the floor. I snatched the big butcher knife out of the rack and moved beside Glo. Cat rose to a crouch.
The remaining man went rigid.
“Jeez,” he said. “Look what you did to Steve. He could be dead.”
Glo toed the guy on the floor. “I don’t think he’s dead. I just flattened his nose a little.”
Rutherford appeared in the doorway. “Knock, knock.”
“She killed Steve,” the man said to Rutherford.
“I did not kill Steve,” Glo said. “I’m almost sure of it.”
Rutherford looked down at Steve. “Steve’s a great kidder. I’m sure he’s fine. We’ll just trundle him out of here, so he’s not underfoot.” He turned to the man who was still standing just in front of the door. “Perhaps you could help Steve to the car.”
“He’s bleeding,” the man said.
“Thank you. That’s a good observation. You might want to put him in the trunk, so we don’t ruin Mr. Ammon’s upholstery.”
Rutherford stepped aside, and Steve got dragged out of the house.
“Where’s Martin Ammon?” I asked.
“He’s sleeping,” Rutherford said. “He’s had an exhausting day.”
“He ate my sandwich,” Glo said. “And you ruined my door. You owe me a new door.”