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“What is it?”
“You won’t like it, but read it. And remember, I cared for her, too.”
And with that, he steps back so that I leave.
TWENTY-FIVE
MAGDALENA
The Bobby Ruben job is pretty much in the bag, and when he lets me know they changed their plans, it’s easy to get to New Jersey and take a couple of days to set it up and then execute it.
Being out of Delacroix for a few days has the added bonus of not slipping up and seeing Hendrick or Jac.
After all I found, I needed that.
I’m processing the Lili thing.
“How did it go?” Harry asks as I step into her store. She’s serving a customer, but at this point in our lives, we can discuss anything without people thinking anything of it.
“Same old,” I say as I peek at the locket the lady’s buying. “Pretty.”
“Oh, you think so? It’s for my granddaughter.” The lady smiles.
“I know so.”
“Put the kettle on in ten,” Harry says, “and there’s mail for you.”
I head out through the back and down to the basement workshop. Harry’s computer is open with a “press me” sticky on it, center stage on her workbench.
Rolling my eyes, I do as asked. The wordsTop draweris currently her screensaver. There’s a file in there, and I pull it out. Moving her computer aside, I flip open the cover.
“Lucky me,” I mutter. “Another job.”
But as I look it’s one of those good, boring, run of the mill jobs. Pays well and I can do it in my sleep. Plus, I can tap into the resources of the client to dig deeper into the Heart of Dark Desires.
I’m deep in everything, files spread around me, when Harry comes down to the basement workshop.
“Figured you’d be all up in it. Everything’s locked away up there.” She drags a chair over to the desk where I’m working.
“The client wants me to hit a small museum.”
“I know,” she says, “I got you the job. Easy, big pay out.”
I spread a hand over the notes. “We still don’t know who the Fairgood or Beaumont families are, there are a lot of them, rich and poor, sprinkled over our fair land,” I say. “But according to the notes you made, most people aren’t interested in who owns it. The family who had it commissioned lost it in a game of cards in Europe.”
“There’s no prize, Magdalena,” she says, leaning on the bench. “No prize at all for who did it better. Unless it’s me. If it’s fucking me, I want a prize. Do you think if I get a prize, I’ll be able to bang two pussies at once?”
“You’re too sensible to do that.”
“Nah, I have a lot of very filthy thoughts, some of them not for your straight ears, but what do you think of dildo gloves? Or strap on hands?” She waves her hands and makes lewd thrusting motions. “I can be Harry Dildo Hands.” Her eyes widen. “Throw in a third pussy and put me in a strap on and—”
“Down girl,” I say, patting her arm. “Anyway, that family is still about, but I’m not even sure there’s anyone who remembers it now.”
“What about the other two?”
I shrug. “As I said, it all falls by the wayside, but you know who’s not ever mentioned as legit owners?”
She gets up, goes over to the coffee machine, gives it a look and pours two ‘thinking’ whiskies. Harry comes back and hands me one.
