Just a sample of Rick and Lois :) I glared at Lois with my no nonsense Cantelli glare. It had no effect. She waved me off from her desk as if I were a tsetse fly. This is my part in the partnership. Lois gives me orders, and I’m supposed to take them. “I don’t do bodyguard work, Lo. You know that.” “You are this time, sunshine. These are hard economic times, and you’re an aging private eye on his last legs. You should be thanking me.” I laughed. Okay, that was funny. “I’m not doing it.” “You’ll do what I tell you to do,” Lois nails me where it hurts. “You hold the new P.I. record for killings in a month. No one wants you around their loved ones, or even their exes. A movie star asked for you by name to bodyguard her to an event. She’s willing to pay an extravagant amount of money for you to do it. You’re doing it.” “No, I’m not. I quit.” This time Lois laughed. “I’ll put you on alarm installation for the next month if you give me a bad time about this.” Rat-shit! I hate alarm installation. I tried reasoning. “Listen Lo, Steve’s got charm, charisma, and he’s dying to get more into body-guarding, investigations, or anything other than the regular security duty. Let him do it.” “Steve’s at the bottom of the list. He was stupid enough to go toe to toe with some stranger, and got his ass kicked, leaving our client with no bodyguard. You have never in all these years ever done something like that.” “He got excited. I went over it with him. Mace, mangle with the stun-gun, and plastic tie. He was really sorry. Give him another chance. He’s just a kid. How’s he going to learn otherwise? Steve went toe to toe. That in itself should count for something.” Lois made a buzzer noise like I just answered wrong on the game-show Jeopardy. “This isn’t a trial by error business, cupcake. Suck it up. Take the file, and go earn us a nice payday. Just as an added caution for your mission plan, our friend Detective Staley called and warned me if you shoot anyone else it better be a suicide. His words.” Uh oh. “Granted, I had a bad month. What the hell was I supposed to do, let the drug dealers torture and kill me, or let that poor warehouse guy get popped? I thought Staley was happy with the warehouse theft ring bust.” “He was, but he’s a ‘what have you done for me lately’ type. Lately, he wants you to quit killing people.” Lois snorted in that annoying way I hate. “C’mon, Rick, get your head in the game. Count your blessings. You’re not banging that used up hooker from your past anymore, and Shelly hasn’t quit yet after you abused her on that warehouse stakeout.”
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