NOVIE
20
Inspector Gidget and Inspector Gadget
Shandy and Heather were both sitting at the small bar that stretched across the kitchen cabinet. We normally used it as our dinner table, but it was currently covered with papers. A couple bottles of red wine and empty glasses sat between the two of them. I dropped my keys somewhere on the couch and kicked off my shoes.
I could tell they were up to something just by looking at them, but everything was still awkward after our night with Genesis. It was next to impossible for me to look Heather in the eye, considering I now knew what she tasted like. Shandy was the only one acting like everything was fine and dandy.
“I’m still mad at you, but now that I’ve got ten grand, I could care less what you do, girl. I’m keeping your fifteen percent, though,” Shandy said. “That nigga is paid out the ass, and he love him some you. Go bat your eyes, he’ll give it to you.”
My eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What the hell is wrong with you two? That’s the type of shit y’all be out there doing? I still don’t know how I even feel about what went down or the way it went down last night.”
“Well, we feel fine about everything we’ve done. Your little boo-thang is a freak. You better hold on to that. Good-looking, good sex, and he got paper. It ain’t gonna get any better, Novie. If you don’t stay with him, me and Heather already agreed on sharing him,” Shandy joked.
They were still looking suspicious to me. Knowing them, they’d christened my bed or my bathroom. The two of them sitting there together just had this look like something nasty or sexually explicit transpired somewhere sacred, or where I eat maybe.
A slow grin spread across Shandy’s face. The last time she got that look was when we worked together in this small office, and she’d started using the company card to stock our fridge.
“So, Heather and I have been doing a little investigating into your Genesis Kane. Even though he gave us a little fake name. He said he was Trent Santora when he booked us,” she announced.
Heather nodded. “I had one of my girls run him through the database at work and—”
“You did what?” I snapped at her. My temper instantly went through the roof. “Shandy, I told you I didn’t want to check into him or have you check into him,” I reminded her. “Y’all get prostituted for one night, and now all of a sudden, you want to start running checks without anyone’s permission?”
“Technically, I didn’t do anything. Heather did all the work.” She pointed her thumb in Heather’s direction averting her eyes away from me.
“I didn’t want anyone checking into anybody. How did I not make that shit clear?”
Silence filled the air as neither one of them could answer my question.
“Well, we did find something you might really want to know,” Heather spoke up.
Even though I was miffed, my curiosity got the better of me.
“Okay, so what is it?”
Heather handed over a sheet of paper, and I waited for her to explain.