When I roused, my wrists were in handcuffs and my handcuffs were linked to Doofus by another set. I was in the back seat of one of the Escalades. Why couldn’t they at least hook me up with Pretty Boy? When my luck runs out, it goes all the way down the drain. I tried to rub the side of my head and pulled Doofus along with me. He yanked back, so I turned to the window reflection to check on my wound. Couldn’t tell a damned thing, but it hurt like a son-of-a-sailor, as Buffet would say.
Miu Miu was driving. The girl I saved wasn’t in the car.
“What did you do with Blondie?”
“Carter is handling her. You don’t need to worry, she’s in good hands,” Miu Miu said without taking her eyes off the road.
“Why Carter? Couldn’t Doofus here do it?”
“Name’s Kirkland,” Doofus said. His upper left lip tried to touch his eyes. I guess that was his way of showing his displeasure at my nickname for him.
“Sure it is.”
“Watch your mouth. He’s got a temper, and I’m inclined to let him have his way with you after that chase you gave us.” Miu Miu finally looked in the rearview mirror, so I stuck my tongue out at her. I’m mature like that.
“So, Miu Miu,” I said. “How the hell did you follow me? I took the tracker off the undercarriage.”
“Name’s Katalina,” she said, “Not Miu Miu.”
“Figures,” I said.
“Where’d she get Miu Miu?” Doofus asked.
“I’m right here. And she wears Miu Miu shoes. Me? I prefer Jimmy Choos,” I said. “I prefer Miu Miu, name fits her.”
“I’m Katalina Tudorofsky,” she said. “Don’t call me Miu Miu.”
“Miu Miu – Cat Tooter – whatever.”
“I’ll smack the other side of your head if you don’t shut your big mouth,” Cat lady said.
“Ooh, I’m scared of the big bad FBI lady.”