When he was done, he crunched it in a mighty fist, pounded his other hand on his chest, let out a loud belch that lasted a good five seconds, and then proclaimed, “Haven’t had a good B and E in a long time. The shit we did with that Trev turkey was no fun. He was already dead. No one was gonna show. No one was gonna catch us. No challenge with that. So tonight was fuckin’ phenomenal.”
I loved Tex, truly.
I mean, only he could put the spin on a B&E that it was more fun if you were in danger of getting caught.
But still.
I was thinking of calling a vote to make AAHQ a no-belching zone.
Gross.
“Bonus,” Tex went on, “this time, there were no dead bodies.”
Yikes!
I knew that wasn’t about any Angels shenanigans, so I mentally circled the Never Read the Rock Chicks item on my mental list in imaginary bold, red marker. Then I added a few stars.
“Is this the picture?” Luna asked.
We’d texted them about the photo in order to warn them so they wouldn’t be shocked when they came in and saw it blown up wall-size.
She’d moved to stand at the side of the desk, her gaze aimed at the picture.
Jessie and Harlow joined her, also examining the snap.
Joey sat on the couch beside Gemma, but her gaze was aimed at Amy.
“Yeah,” I answered Luna unnecessarily, as we could all see it was.
“Good Lord,” Harlow breathed as she stared at Amy Small.
“What the fuck?” Tex asked.
We looked to see he was now bent over the opened beverage fridge.
“No beer?” he went on.
“None of us drink beer,” Jessie replied. “At least not during girl time, and time spent at HQ is usually girl time. Until now.”
He grunted.
I turned back to Team Bravo of the Angels.
“Did you guys find anything?” I asked as the whole couch shook when Tex threw his weight on it.
I again looked to him to see he had a small can of rosé wine in his beefy hand, and he was studying the photo.
Luna turned to me. “Nothing.”
“Bummer,” I muttered.
“No, you don’t understand,” Jess said. “We found nothing. Place was neat as a pin.”
“No earrings left on the dresser,” Harlow chimed in. “No moisturizer left out by the bathroom sink. Not even a coffee cup in the dish drainer, you know, like Louise left when she and Thelma took their ill-fated girls’ weekend.”
What?
That didn’t sound right.
