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“I read Entertainment Weekly while I’m waiting in line at the grocery store. Not now, obviously. But when I used to get the groceries.”
“Well, you better get back to that soon, Dad. ‘Cause I keep forgetting the milk, and when I tell Vic to bring some home, he gets that awful pink stuff. Puts it in his cereal and everything. It’s disgusting.”
“Your brother is deeply disturbed,” Dad agrees, nodding somberly.
It makes me so happy to see him joking around again. I reach across the table to hug him, ignoring the fact that I’m covered in grease and he’s still frail under his robe.
“Good luck on your date tonight,” Dad says, winking at me.
I flush. “It’s not a date.”
“Sure, sure,” he says. “I’m just glad to see you going out. You deserve it, Camille.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
It’s stupid, but my father wishing me luck actually does calm me down a little. I head back down to the shop to finish up my work for the day, then I shower and change my clothes.
Only then am I ready to call Schultz.
The phone rings several times. I shift uneasily, worried that he’s not going to pick up. He’s probably pissed at me for ignoring all his calls and texts lately.
Finally, I hear his drawling voice saying, “This better be good.”
“It is,” I tell him. “I found where Levi makes his product.”
“Are you sure?” Schultz says, unable to hide the eagerness in his voice.
“Pretty sure.”
“Are you at the shop? I’m coming to pick you up.”
“Yeah,” I say. “See you in a minute.”
Forty minutes later, I’m at the police station, having been brought in through the back door by Schultz.
I’ve got my shirt off, so that a female officer can tape a microphone between my breasts.
“Don’t you have a better way of doing this?” I ask Schultz.
“This is the better way,” he tells me. “This thing is a quarter the size it used to be. You got a transmitter, microphone, and battery pack and it’s all barely bigger than a zippo.”
“I just . . . I feel like someone will see it.”
“Nah,” Schultz says, letting his eyes roam over my breasts. “You’ve got a pretty big . . . crevice to hide it.”
I see the female officer narrow her eyes, shooting a dirty look back at Schultz, but he doesn’t even notice.
“So how do I know when you’re all gonna bust in?” I ask Schultz.
“We can’t just break down the door for no reason. You’ve got to get Levi to take you down to the lab. Then you gotta get him to incriminate himself, on tape.”
“What if he won’t?”
Schultz smiles coldly. “Then you’re on your own.”
Bastard.
“You’re all set,” the female cop says.
