sneered and quietly dared me to “do something.” Before I ended up in prison for armed robbery, I would’ve gone with my pretty moronic instincts and tried to rush her. But after six years inside, living amongst hardened felons, I learned to simply ask myself one simple question: “What would Curtis do?” I eyed Lara and the pissed-off super-starlet.
Had he not just gotten knocked the fuck out, Curtis would’ve protected Lara and tried to salvage the situation. But he wouldn’t try to use the stick. He’d use the carrot. I kept Damea’s attention as I slowly walked over to Lara’s computer terminal and sat down. Then I looked up at the hacker/money launderer.
“Does this thing have Word?” I asked.
“What?” Both women simultaneously asked.
I shrugged as I grabbed the mouse and clicked through menu options.
“I was just thinking that this whole thing would make one hell of a movie.”
Damea looked through me and ran a thoughtful/seductive right index finger under her chin. The pause allowed me time to remember the movies she’d been in: all action flicks where she staged some pretty good fight scenes. My guess was that she wasn’t pulling camera tricks in her films. She was doing the real thing, but at a fraction of her true abilities. While I wondered how she chopped a shotgun in half, I knew better than to ask. I’ve seen enough nosy people die in the joint to respect the secrets of scary people – like Damea Gency.
“Check on the guys,” I nodded toward Eddie. “He doesn’t look too good.”
“Bah! He’ll live,” Damea grunted dismissively. “Let’s talk details. No one’s given me a good script in months.”
“It’s simple,” I flinched as she walked around me and leaned over my right shoulder. I did my best to ignore her sweet perfume. “Keep us out of jail and pay us decent movie rights. We also never tell anyone that we got our butts kicked by a 110-pound diva in a party dress. Best of all, you get a summertime blockbuster. Something about a rising star who gets kidnapped and then taken to a rural farm in Nevada.”
“We’re in Nevada?” Damea frowned.
I nodded apologetically as Lara checked Eddie over.
For a brief moment, I wondered if the Wrenlips would go along with this crazy plan. They’d have to choose between the satisfaction of pressing charges and making a pair of fat checks from a film studio. Hopefully, the elderly couple was living on a fixed income and would make the smart decision. Damea glanced over the computer’s options, hit a few keys, and up came Word.
“And let me guess,” Damea grinned, “I play myself?”
“No,” I grinned back. “You play Lara over there. You two are about the same height. If you want, you can be the heroine.”
As Damea paused to consider my words, Lara headed over to Curtis, who was still out-cold.
“It could be an interesting horror flick, too,” Lara added. “What if you and your fellow kidnappers snatched a diva who’s … well … not human and very hungry?”
“I’ve never done horror before,” Damea muttered as she gave the cracked dining room ceiling a long, thoughtful glance. “So the hunters become the hunted, eh?”
“Beats the hell out of the truth, doesn’t it?” I nervously grinned, trying really hard not to stare at her perfect rack.
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