Page 80 of Dirty Reads

“Load her up,” cop two barked.

Mustache tugged against my shoulder. “We’re taking you in for questioning.”

“Can we stop for a cheeseburger?”

He shot me an evil glare with a mustache accoutrement. “You got a lot of nerve.”

“I’ve got a full bladder, sore knees, and I’m fucking hungry.”

“No, we’re not stopping for a cheeseburger. Give us some information about your partner, and we’ll see if we can get you a cup of coffee.”

“My partner?”

“Yeah.”

“Her name’s Katie. She likes threesomes and being fisted. Probably right up your alley. You’re in the industry, right?”

He did look like a porn star. I thought he might appreciate the remark.

I was wrong.

“You smart-mouthed little bitch.”

Dick could call me a bitch. I found it on the cusp of being cute. Anyone else? Yeah, not so much.

“Fuck off, pig.”

The game show host loosened his tie and opened the door. Mustache pushed me into the back seat.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“10:00 straight up,” Mustache answered.

They could do whatever they wanted.

But if everything went as planned, it’d only last an hour.