The Right Side Of The Law

“How can you not know someone who has a ten-by-twelve of you in his office?”

Blu shrugged. “Maybe he likes my face.”

“I don’t think you understand. I’m talking ten feet by twelve feet. Your face covers the entire wall in Salva’s office.”

That was the weirdest thing Blu had heard in a long time. So weird, in fact, he sifted the man’s name through his memory bank once more. But it still didn’t produce a familiar face. There was a chance he’d dealt with the man indirectly while working for Patch, but to chase down the name he would have to pay his old boss a visit.

“This picture of me, the one on this guy’s wall, is it recent?”

“It’s the same one I showed you.” She eyed his shaggy black hair, which was a couple inches shorter, but still past his collar. “Please, this is very important.”

“Can you refresh my memory?” Maybe it was the desperate look she was giving him that had made him ask. But more likely it was that damn mouth of hers—she had the sweetest little lips he’d ever seen. “How about telling me how this guy and I might have met?”

His innocent question upset her. She waved the gun at him again. “Refresh your memory? Ha! How can I do that when I can’t even refresh my own? You’re the one who’s supposed to be filling in the blanks here, not me. I traveled all the way from…” She clamped her mouth shut, aware she was on the verge of revealing too much.

“From where?” Blu prompted.

She wiped at the corner of one of her big brown eyes. “Never mind where.”

Blu realized she was fighting tears. “Listen, fille, maybe if you put the gun down we could talk this over.”

“There’s nothing to talk over if you don’t know Salva or…Kristen Harris.” She swore softly. “This has all been for nothing. How could I have been so stupid?”

“Put the gun down.”

Blu watched as she lowered the gun. Then, just as quickly, she raised it again. “I put the gun down and then we both walk away, right?”

Blu’s answer didn’t come quick enough.

“That’s what I thought. You’re not going to let me walk away, are you? Another big man with a big ego. How could I be so lucky?”

“Put the gun down,” Blu growled in a bigger voice than before.

Defiantly she gripped the gun in both hands and took aim at his head. “I don’t think so. I think you should strip, Blu Devil.”

“What?” Blu was sure he hadn’t heard her right.

“I said, take off your clothes.”

“A nun demanding I get naked? That’s a first.”

“It’s not for the reason you think. I’m not dying to get a look at…at Harvey, or whatever you’ve named it. That look you gave me a minute ago suggests I won’t get a block before you come after me. So I’m taking your clothes for insurance.”

She was right about him going after her. No one pulled a gun on the Blu Devil, then walked without paying for the privilege.

“Start with your boots.”

“Or you’ll shoot me?”

She smiled then, a sexy little smile that showed off pearly white teeth. “At this close range, I think I can hit what I’m aiming at. Don’t you?” She took aim at Harvey. “How much do you enjoy being a man, Blu Devil?”

Not as coolly as he would have liked, Blu said, “No complaints.”

“Then I suggest you protect your assets by pulling off your boots.” To prove she meant business, she tugged back the hammer.

“Bon Dieu, fille. You don’t want to do this,” Blu warned. “I never forget a wrong. Never.”

“I believe you’re a man who means what he says, but I don’t have a choice. Your boots, Blu Devil.”

Swearing, Blu leaned against the brick wall and removed his left boot. Next, he pulled the right one. But just as he was setting it down, he dropped to his knees and hurled the number twelve at the nun’s outstretched arm. The gun discharged as it hit the concrete, the bullet ricocheting off the bricks in the narrow courtyard like a Ping-Pong ball. On instinct he drove forward, snagged the nun by her long black skirt and dragged her down.

It was all over within a few hairy seconds, or so Blu thought until the church mouse hefted the boot that lay within arm’s reach and clouted him alongside the temple with enough force to cause him to see stars.

Chapter 3

“You say she was wearing nun’s clothes, but you don’t think she was a nun?”

Blu turned from the window in the New Orleans Police Department and gazed at Ryland Archard, one of the NOPD’s most respected homicide detectives. “I don’t think too many nuns pack heat, do you, Ry?”

“She had a gun?”

“A fancy little .22 derringer. A specialty piece with a pearl handle.”

“A nun with a gut warmer. That’s a first for me.”

“For me, too.”

Blu saw the amusement in his brother-in-law’s eyes. He knew how ridiculous it all sounded. He also knew what a slim chance he had of finding the gutsy little fille. But he was determined to try. He’d wrestled with the idea the entire night. Those damn eyes and her dainty pink mouth had kept him awake; that, and the headache she’d given him by crashing his own damn boot into his skull.

True, he was curious as to why Salvador Maland had put his face on an entire wall in his office, but that wasn’t the primary reason why he’d shown up in Ry’s office first thing this morning. Something important was driving that fille, something powerful enough to make her dress up in nun’s garb and pull a gun on him. She’d been scared to death, and still she’d stood her ground.

Blu wanted to know why.

“I want you to help me find her.” There, he’d said it. He’d asked his brother-in-law for help.

“Did I hear right? You want my help?”

The smug look on Ry’s face was followed by an open-faced grin. Blu swore crudely. “Oui, you heard me. I’ve already cleared it with Brodie. I’m taking time off work and he’s agreed to do double duty until I get back.”

Ry’s grin faded. “You’ve never taken a day off in your life. Well, not willingly anyway. Speaking of time off, Margo and I are headed for Texas for two weeks. She wants to meet my parents and brother.”

“When?”

“We leave tomorrow.”

“Your timing stinks.” Blu saw the way Ry’s brow arched. “Okay, so I was expecting more than just a little help. I know this isn’t your field of expertise, but I really need to find this girl.”

“If it’s that important, I’ll get in touch with Jackson. He can follow it up on this end.”