12 Twelve Sharp by Janet Evanovich Read Free Book Online

she said I had three nipples. In high school she somehow took a picture of me in the girls' locker room and had it made into a flyer and distributed two hundred.
    'I am very insulted by this whole piece of shit,' Joyce said. 'If you needed another bounty hunter, why didn't you call me? You know Vinnie brings me in when he needs help.'
    'First off,' Connie said, 'Vinnie doesn't bring you in when he needs help. He brings you in when he needs to fornicate with a barnyard animal. And second, I didn't call you because we all hate you.'
    'And?' Joyce said.
    'And that's it,' Connie said.
    'So why didn't you call me?'
    Melvin Pickle was sitting beside Joyce. He looked like he was trying to be invisible.
    'Who's this little turd?' Joyce said, turning to Pickle.
    'He's going to be doing some filing for us,' Connie said.
    'Why did he get a job, and I didn't get a job?' Joyce wanted to know. 'What's so special about him?'
    'I'm a pervert,' Pickle said.
    'And?' Joyce said. 'Hello-o-o. What am I, chopped liver?'
    'Why don't you let her work the LC file?' I said to Connie. 'The one you keep in your bottom drawer.'
    'What's LC stand for?' Joyce asked.
    'Large cash,' I told her. Also, lost cause, but she probably didn't want to be bothered knowing that.
    Connie pulled seven folders out of her bottom desk drawer and gave the top three to Joyce. 'Here you go,' she said to Joyce. 'Good luck. Nice seeing you. Mazel tov.'
    Joyce took the folders and looked down at Pickle. 'Love the herpes. Adds color to your face.'
    'Thank you,' Pickle said, his hand to his mouth, covering the herpes. 'Have a nice day.'
    Connie locked the door after her. 'I swear she's the Antichrist. I always smell sulfur burning when she's in the office.'
    'Maybe it's the salve I put on my cold sore,' Pickle said.
    'I don't want to be mean about it,' Lula said to Pickle, 'but you might want to think about wearing a mask and rubber gloves when you do the filing.'
    'It's going away,' Pickle said.
    We all gave an involuntary shudder.
    'I'll go through the list of freaks and line up some interviews,' Connie said to me. 'I'll schedule them for tomorrow morning. I'd like you to be here to help.'
    'Sure.' I looked at my watch. One o'clock. Luis Queen would be on his corner. 'New game plan,' I said to Lula. 'Let's go get Luis, and then I'll do my phone work from home.'
    Luis Queen is a slim, five-foot-four-inch Hispanic sweetie pie. He turns tricks for a living and doesn't discriminate between male and female. I've been told he'll do anything, and I prefer not to think about that too much. He works the corner across from the train station. The police have pretty much cleaned that area out, except for Luis Queen. Luis refuses to leave. Which is why he got picked up for soliciting.
    Luis was wearing a pristine white tank top today, the better to show the muscle definition in his arms and his freshly shaved chest. He was in tight jeans, trimmed out in a wide belt decorated with rhinestones. And he was strutting his stuff in his trademark black lizard-skin cowboy boots.
    Lula pulled to the curb, and I rolled my window down to talk to him.
    'Look who's here,' Luis said, big smile. 'My favorite bounty hunters. You girls need something from Luis? I got a few minutes for you. You need to get relaxed?'
    'Tempting,' I said, 'but I had other plans for you. You missed your court date. You need to rebond. Get in the car, and we'll give you a ride.'
    'Oh man,' Luis said. 'You gonna ruin my business day. This is my housewife time. They come for a little tickle from Luis before the kiddies get out of school.'
    'Are you going to make me come out there and get you?'
    'You think you could take me?' Luis said, still smiling. 'Bring it on, momma. I do Pilates. I'm toned perfection.'
    'I've got two inches and ten pounds on you. And if I have Lula get out of the car you'll be nothing but a grease spot on the pavement.'
    Luis did a frustrated arm flap and slid into the back seat. 'I don't know why you bust my