Lion And The Falcon (Furry United Coalition) by Eve Langlais Read Free Book Online Page B

when you can probably hop a ride with Dr. Manners? I just saw him a few minutes ago. If you hurry, you should still be able to catch him. He’s parked in the garage over there.”
    Bum a ride from the spoiled cat?
    “What’s he drive?”
    “A n Audi A4.”
    Oh sweet heaven. Clarice might have wet her panties a little at the news. Screw pride and screw public transit. She wasn’t about to miss a chance to ride in luxury. I wonder if he’d let me drive?
    Waving goodbye and wishing the nurse luck, Clarice jogged in the direction the lady pointed. Her soft-soled leather boots didn’t make much sound on the pavement; as such, she managed to sneak up to within a few hundred feet of the oblivious doctor striding to his car when a shadow detached from the ceiling and dropped on him.
    And she mean t dropped. Down he went, like Michael Bisping when he got KO’d in the fight with Dan Henderson. Not even thinking, Clarice pulled her gun from the holster under her arm and took aim. Lucky for the idiot who attacked Sylvester, she didn’t immediately shoot, more because she didn’t want to deal with the paperwork if she inadvertently winged the FUC doctor, thus she heard the ensuing baffling conversation as a second shadow emerged from behind a cement pillar.
    “ What the hell, Betty!”
    “ Did I kill him?” Betty asked as she got up off the ground, brushing off her ample bottom. Poor Nolan lay prone on the ground. Given the weight that landed on him, he’d wake with a headache at the very least, if not a few broken ribs.
    “Gosh, I hope not. That would totally mess up the plan, not to mention his mother would murder us.”
    “ Murder? You didn’t mention she had homicidal tendencies when you roped me in, Susan.”
    “Well, it’s never been proven she killed anyone.” Betty sighed in relief, but her friend Susan wasn’t done. “But I have heard tales about torture. I heard the last person to hurt one of her family suffered for days. They say she clawed them to ribbons.”
    “Wish my mother was that tough,” grumbled Betty.
    “ Don’t we all.” Susan knelt by the doctor and peeled back an eyelid. “What did you hit him that hard for anyway?”
    “I didn’t mean to. I meant to land on his back. I kind of missed.”
    “I’ll say, and I thought the plan was to fall in his arms.”
    “I panicked. I didn’t want to smash my face on the pavement.”
    “You’re a cat,” snorted her friend with disgust. “We land on our feet.”
    “Not always,” grumbled Betty.
    “Now how are we supposed to get him back to our place?”
    “Stuff him in the trunk?”
    “Oh yeah, because nothing screams, ‘Hey baby, wanna screw?’ like being locked in a confined space.”
    Clarice , listening to this, became more and more confused, but not worried. The idiot pair had yet to notice her skulking closer, and from their conversation, it was clear while their intentions weren’t entirely aboveboard, neither did they seem homicidal.
    “Fine. Forget the trunk. We’ll stick him in the backseat.”
    “And if he wakes up? I don’t want to be driving around with a pissed off lion in the back.”
    Planting her hands on her hips, the chubby one with a fear of hurting her face snapped. “I’m open to your brilliant idea then. Oh, that’s right, you don’t have one.”
    “It was my idea to waylay him after work.”
    “And that’s worked out sooooo well,” Betty drawled.
    “Not my fault someone won’t leave the donuts alone.”
    “It’s genetic.”
    “Says the girl with a pantry full of sugar.”
    Betty stuck out her tongue and Susan shook her head. “We don’t have time for this. We really should get him out of here before someone comes along. Give me a hand.” Susan heaved open the Audi’s rear passenger door before bending down to grab Nolan’s enormous loafer-covered feet.
    “ I’ll help, but don’t think I’m forgetting you called me fat,” Betty replied with a scowl. She grabbed the feline’s other end