![]() ![]() Lula was fanning herself with a crumpled fast food bag she’d found on the floor in the back of my car, and the smell of stale French fries and ketchup wafted out at me. ![]() Darlene Gootch worked this block but it turned out she was killing people as a hobby.” “I worked this street when I was a ’ho,” Lula said, “but I was in a better section. Lula makes a wage as the office file clerk, but I only make money if I catch skips, so I was motivated to tough it out in my hellishly hot car, hoping for a shot at snagging Barrel. He’d been accused of possession with intent to sell, Vinnie bonded him out of jail, and Barrel -hadn’t shown for his court date. We were currently parked on Stark Street, doing surveillance on a rooming house, hoping to catch Melvin Barrel coming or going. I’m a fugitive apprehension agent, and Lula is my sometimes partner. ![]() Lula and I work for my cousin Vinnie’s bail bonds office in Trenton, New Jersey. This was true, but it was my hunk of junk, and due to a professional dry spell it was all I could afford. “Then why -didn’t we take my car? My car’s got everything.” “Well, why don’t you have your window open?” Why don’t we have the air conditioning on?” I don’t know why we gotta sit here baking in your car in the middle of the day, in the middle of the summer, in the middle of this crummy neighborhood,” Lula said. ![]()
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