Rock Chick (Rock Chick #1)(59)

I shouldered in next to Duke and made Hank a cappuccino with a triple shot. Pepper Rick was still on the loose and I wanted Hank hyper-alert. Hank positioned himself at the end of the counter, in full view of the front door and in reaching distance of me.

“I guess I picked the wrong time for a bender,” Duke said to me.

“Yeah, but I’m getting used to getting stun-gunned, kidnapped and shot at. Finding the dead body was a serious bummer and Tex got shot in the shoulder last night but other than that, no worries.”

Duke went still. Dolores looked up from the paper cup on which she was frantically misspelling instructions in hot pink marker and stared at me with huge eyes. The customer standing in front of the espresso machine gaped at me.

Er, I guess Lee didn’t fill Duke in yesterday.

“You wanna run that by me again?” Duke suggested.

I eyed the customer and pulled at the machine. “Later.”

We cleared the throng just as the happy sound of the cash register at the book counter rang. As per usual, everyone looked up and Ally yelled the ceremonial, “I sold a book!”

Sometimes when someone sold a book, we shouted it. It was cause for celebration.

I did my book sale happy dance, waving my arms and turning in a circle. When I finished my dance, I noticed it was The Kumars’ purchase. They were standing in front of Ally and I gave them a big thumbs up.

In slow motion, old Mrs. Salim returned the gesture and I feared that her thumb would break off in a poof of dust like the zombie’s arm in Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video. She snatched the bag from Ally with bony fingers and they walked out on a wave, Mrs. Salim shuffling behind, her bag rustling.

“Now that we have a second, let’s go back over the kidnapping and dead body thing,” Duke said to me, his fingers scratching his forehead under his trademark rolled, red bandana.

My cell phone rang.

Saved by the cell.

I flipped it open.

“Hello?”

Silence, then a quiet voice said, “I need a Rock Chick rescue.”

“Sorry?”

“A scary guy was at the door. He’s gone but I know he’s gonna come back, I know it. He knows I’ve got them and he’s gonna get me like he got Tim.”

It was The Kevster. Who was at the door, only God knew, but it didn’t sound good. And The Kevster had something, something I hoped was glittery and worth a million dollars.

“Kevin?” I asked.

“You gotta help me.”

The phone went dead.

I looked to Ally.

“The Kevster’s in trouble.” I swung my eyes to Hank. “We gotta roll.”

I took off from behind the counter but was halted on a skid when Hank grabbed a handful of my tee.

“What’s goin’ on?”

I gave him the lowdown, trying to pull him along with me but he stood stock-still and shook his head.

“I’ll call it in,” Hank said.

“No! No cops. He’s a little… sensitive.”

Hank stared at me and his mouth got tight.

“I’m a cop,” he reminded me.

“Not today,” I tried.

I failed.

“Everyday,” he returned.

“Hank, seriously, for some reason he trusts me and Ally. We gotta go and you gotta be cool.”

“Indy, seriously, you aren’t going anywhere and I don’t gotta be anything.”

Ally walked up to us. “I’ll go.”

“You aren’t going either.” Hank looked at the both of us. “Jesus. I’ll go.”

Hank started walking to the door asking where Kevin lived.

I followed close behind.

He turned and I slammed into him.

“Stay,” he said.

“I’m not a dog!”

“You aren’t going.”

“I’m not staying.”

Hank glanced at Duke and I was pretty sure they were going to gang up on me so I burst out, “They kidnapped me at the front door of my childhood home! They won’t think twice about coming here. I’m not leaving you and you have to go save The Kevster so I’m going with you.”

“I’m going too,” Ally said.

Turning the tables, Ally and I ganged up on Hank. He looked about ready to commit murder but he relented. He’d known Ally and me long enough to know we’d get our way come hell or high water.

“You have to do what I tell you,” he said.

That was not gonna happen.

“Sure,” I lied.

He stared at me. He knew I was lying. He blew out a sigh and we left.

Hank had barely rolled his 4Runner to a stop outside The Kevster’s house when I was out the door.

“Indy, for f**k’s sake!” Hank shouted.

I ran to Kevin’s front door and pounded on it.

“Kevin, it’s me. Indy Savage, Rock Chick,” I called, sounding stupid but I was also thinking that maybe Kevin had the diamonds and I wanted them. I wanted this all to be over. I didn’t want to be tied to a chair ever again. I wanted that enough to sound stupid.

I felt Hank come up behind me just as the door was thrown open.

Kevin reached out and grabbed my arm and tugged me inside. Every sore, aching muscle in my body screamed out and Kevin swung the door shut behind me.