Fearless Fourteen - Janet Evanovich [51]
“Hey,” I said, opening the door to her. “What’s up?”
“I need you to help me with my prenup. I got a lawyer appointment this afternoon, and I gotta have this ready.”
“I don’t know anything about prenups.”
“You just gotta help me make out my list. I’m supposed to list all my assets. And then Tank lists all his assets. And we got what we got.”
“So Tank is doing this, too?”
“I left a message on his phone. I said if you got anything you want to keep, you better list it out or I could get it in case of divorce. Not that I intend to get a divorce, but I guess you never know, right?”
“Right.”
“Do you think Tank and me would ever get divorced?”
“I’m still struggling with you and Tank getting married.”
“Hunh,” Lula said. “Anyways, I got this list. You want to hear it?”
“Sure.”
“I got a television, a DVD player, a cable box.” Lula cut her eyes to me. “I hate those cable fuckers.”
“Everybody hates them.”
“I got my Firebird, my Glock, a fur coat that’s almost mink, a clock radio, a whip.”
“Wait a minute. You have a whip?”
“Don’t everyone?”
“I don’t have a whip.”
“Hunh.”
“What do you do with the whip? What does it look like? Is it one of those long black ones like Zorro uses?”
“No,” Lula said. “It’s the kind a jockey uses. It’s for bad boys.”
“Eeuw.”
“Okay, if you’re gonna be squeamish about it, I’ll skip over my collection of professional experience enhancement tools. I never used the whip anyway. It went with a Halloween outfit.”
Morelli came down the stairs in jeans and running shoes, and a sweatshirt over a T-shirt.
“What’s up?” he said to Lula. “I see you’re a member of the Blue Girl Group.”
“Blue isn’t my best color,” Lula said.
Morelli grabbed me and kissed me and went off to do his cop thing.
“He looks like he got some last night,” Lula said. “Where’s he going?”
“He thinks Dom is somewhere in the neighborhood. He’s going to look around.”
“How come you’re not helping him?”
“I’m blue.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot. I’m starting to get used to it.”
“And someone has to stay here with Zook. I don’t want to leave him in the house alone.”
“I could baby-sit him,” Lula said. “I’m taking the morning to put my prenup in order. I could just as leave do it here.”
“I’d really like to go back to my apartment and check on Rex and get some clothes.”
“Go for it,” Lula said.
I ran upstairs and knocked on Zook’s door.
“Yeah?” he said. A moment later, he was at the door, looking almost awake.
“I have to go back to my apartment for an hour or so. Morelli is working, so Lula is going to stay here with you.”
“No way! She scares the crap out of me.”
“You’ll be fine as long as you don’t tell her she’s fat. And you might want to avoid mentioning the blue dye.”
“I’m not going out of my room.”
“That would be okay, too.”
I grabbed my purse and ran downstairs. “Don’t let anyone dig in the yard,” I told Lula. “Morelli takes it personally. And Zook is a good kid, but it would be great if he didn’t paint anything.”
“I’m on it. You can count on me. Do you think I should list shoes in the prenup?”
“Do you and Tank wear the same size?”
“No.”
“Then probably your shoes are safe.”
My apartment isn’t that far from Morelli’s house. Too far to walk but fast to drive. I parked the Zook car, bypassed the elevator for the stairs, and let myself into my apartment. I tapped on Rex’s cage, and he peeked out at me. I dropped a baby carrot and a piece of cheese into his food dish and gave him fresh water. I stuffed clean jeans and a couple shirts into a tote bag. I didn’t need much. Just enough to get me through a couple more days while we straightened out the Zook arrangements.
I took one last look at myself in my bathroom mirror. I wanted to believe that the blue was fading, but truth is, it wasn’t. I was hideously blue. I was like Dom . . . conspicuous. A bunch of people were looking for Dom, and Dom didn’t want to be found. And Dom didn’t have the luxury of taking off for Rio. Dom had to