(Dream Man 03) Law Man (21 page)

Good God. There they were.
At my work.

“You little
bitch!
” Aunt Lulamae shrieked when she got close.

I did nothing, said nothing, just stood there staring at them in horror mixed liberally with fear.

“Jesus, is that the Trailer Trash Twins?” Mitch asked in my ear.

“And who are you?” LaTanya asked the Trailer Trash Twins.

Aunt Lulamae shoved her hand, palm up, about half an inch from LaTanya’s face. LaTanya’s head jerked back about half a foot, her hands went direct to her hips and her brows snapped together.

Uh-oh.

“I’m talkin’ to you,” Aunt Lulamae snapped at me. “You hear me, you too big for your britches little
bitch?”

I started to come unfrozen when Mitch said urgently in my ear, “Mara, listen to me –”

“Gotta go,” I muttered and put the phone in its cradle.

“Get yo’ hand outta my face,” LaTanya hissed.

“Kiss my white ass,” Aunt Lulamae shot back.

I could swear I heard LaTanya growl.

Uh-oh!

“Aunt Lulamae, Mom,” I said quietly, starting to move around the counter, “please, this isn’t –”

I stopped talking because Aunt Lulamae’s hand dropped and both she and Mom skewered me with a glare.

“What the fuck, Marabelle? What… the…
fuck?
” Mom asked, eyes following me as I got to them and positioned myself in between them, LaTanya and Roberta but I felt both my girls positioning themselves close to either side of my back.

As we all took our positions, I wondered what the fuck what?

Mom didn’t elucidate. She and Lulamae just kept glaring.

“This is your Mom?” Roberta whispered incredulously.

“’Course I’m her Mom,” Mom answered. “Shit, she’s the spittin’ image ‘a me.”

That was when I heard Roberta making a gurgling strangled noise at the same time I heard LaTanya make a strangled gurgling noise. Both Mom and Aunt Lulamae heard the noises, both their eyes narrowed and both their hands went to a hitched hip.

Oh boy!

“Listen,” I said quickly, “I know you want to talk to me but now is not a good time. I’m at work.” Then I said what I didn’t want to say at the same time I vowed that once they got gone, I’d buy a new phone. “I’ll give you my cell number. Call me tonight. We’ll arrange to meet and talk.”

“No, we’re gonna talk right here, right now, about my grandbabies,” Aunt Lulamae declared. “And we’re gonna do it here ‘cause you don’t got no stick up his ass po-lice detective here to get all…” she paused then considering she had about a quarter of the brain cells normal people have since she killed all the other ones, she went on unimaginatively, “stick up his ass po-lice detective on us.”

But it was with that, she made a mistake.

She’d insulted Mitch.

The Mitch who, just weeks ago, was my dream man from afar, smiling at me warmly even though he didn’t know me.

Then he was the Mitch who took care of my doohickey on the sink and even paid for it, no matter that it cost a few dollars, he did it. And then he was the Mitch who fed her grandkids Lola’s, which might have been the nicest meal they’d ever had in the nicest place they’d ever been. And that very night he was the Mitch who was going to feed them fish sticks. And he was the Mitch who held Billie close to him when she was scared and cared a great deal that Billy trusted him. And he was also the Mitch who handled me with care when my apartment had been torn apart, yes, exactly as LaTanya said, as if I was the finest piece of crystal in the whole wide world and he’d go direct into smackdown should anyone threaten to break me. And lastly, he was the Mitch who did hundreds more things to kick in for a woman and two kids he barely knew just because he was a good guy, a nice guy.

Okay, so, maybe it was in part to get in my pants but that, I figured, was a
small
part.

He was just a good, nice guy.

What he was
not
was a guy with a stick up his ass.

Therefore, as I felt my body freeze from head-to-toe, I also felt my lips move and they moved to whisper angrily, “Don’t talk about Mitch that way.”

“And don’t you tell your auntie how to talk,” Aunt Lulamae shot back then looked at Mom. “Always high and mighty, always –”

I interrupted her, still whispering but this time with a hiss giving words that had no sibilant edge a dangerous sibilant edge, “Don’t you
ever
talk about Mitch that way.”

“Uh-oh,” LaTanya muttered from behind me.

“Mara, honey –” Roberta started.

But Mom ignored them and leaned into me. “And don’t
you
tell your aunt how to talk.”

I leaned into her right back. “I haven’t
seen
you for thirteen years.
Thirteen years.
This is the first time I see you, you come into my place of business and you’re loud, rude, bossy and you insult my… my…” I lost it for a second then said, “My Mitch who’s a nice guy, a
good
guy and you don’t know him enough to insult him. You don’t say hello. You don’t ask how I am. You just be…” I lost it again then finished, “
you.
”

“Marabelle –” Mom began but I shook my head and raised
my
hand up in front of
her
face. Her eyes narrowed on it but I’d made my point, she shut up so I dropped it.

“Be who you are, say what you have to say, treat me like you always treat me but don’t you dare,
don’t you dare
insult Mitch,” I snapped.

That was when I heard Mr. Pierson say from behind me, “Mara, dear, Mitch is on the phone.”

I blinked and turned to look over my right shoulder, seeing LaTanya grinning like a lunatic and beyond her Mr. Pierson grinning like one too and holding out his cell phone.

I sucked in breath, turned my head back, blasted my Mom and Lulamae with the heat of my eyes which, unfortunately, didn’t incinerate them then I took the two steps I needed to take to get to Mr. Pierson. I lifted my hand and he put his phone in it.

I put it to my ear and whispered, “Mitch?”

“They insulted me?” he said back but he didn’t sound upset, he sounded like he was smiling.

He’d heard. How much, I had no idea but he knew the Trailer Trash Twins had insulted him – tall, beautiful Detective Mitch Lawson.

I didn’t reply. I was horrified, so much so I was immobile and speechless.

My silence lasted awhile as I ignored my Mom and Aunt Lulamae snapping at a murmuring Mr. Pierson, LaTanya and Roberta and Mitch called into the void, “Sweetheart?”

“How much did you hear?” I asked quietly.

“Place of business, rude, loud, they insulted your Mitch, I’m a good guy then all the rest.”

My Mitch.

I closed my eyes, dropped my head and went silent again.

Mitch again called into the void but he used a different endearment this time, “Honey?”

I still said nothing.

That was when he said, “Honest to God, do you think I care what the Trailer Trash Twins think about me?”

“I care,” I blurted and I didn’t know why I blurted it or why I cared except I did. Not about Mom and Aunt Lulamae’s opinion, just that I cared if
anyone
insulted Mitch.

Mitch didn’t know why either which was probably why he asked, “For fuck’s sake, why?”

Finally, I turned to see Roberta, LaTanya and Mr. Pierson in it with my Mom and Lulamae, faces were red (those would be Mom, Lulamae and Roberta), brows were furrowed (that would be Mr. Pierson) and hands were on hips with heads bobbing (that would be LaTanya) and I decided it was time to move on which meant wading back in.

“They’re still here and they’re into it with Mr. Pierson, Roberta and LaTanya. I should go do something,” I told him.

“You don’t need to do anything, baby. Bob is keeping them engaged while units make their way there. I’m having them picked up. I want them brought in and questioned about what happened at your apartment.”

I turned away from the kerfuffle and blinked at the carpet at my feet as I asked, “What?”

“I have a plan for the Trailer Trash Twins,” he informed me.

I blinked again and asked, “You do?”

“Yeah, baby, I do. You put the phone down on me, I called Bob. He already knew to expect this, I explained things and he’s instigating Operation Take out the Trash.”

I couldn’t help it, I giggled.

Then I whispered, “Operation Take out the Trash?”

He sounded like he was smiling again when he replied, “It’s not good but it’s all I got right now. We can come up with better names tonight.”

That actually sounded fun.

“And what’s your plan?” I asked.

“The first part is gettin’ them outta there, gettin’ them in here and makin’ sure they didn’t do that to your apartment. The rest, I’ll tell you tonight over chili.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, still liking the idea of having chili with Mitch at his place that night even if it meant talking about my aunt and mother.

“And another part of the first part is Bob takin’ care of this situation so you don’t have to. I’m guessin’ he’s waded in. You let him deal with it and you hang back.”

I looked back at the group and saw Mitch was right. Mr. Pierson had his arms straight out to his sides and he was herding a sniping Mom and Aunt Lulamae toward the door with Roberta and LaTanya at his back at the same time I was wondering when Mr. Pierson became “Bob” to Mitch.

I called him Mr. Pierson because he was my boss but he was also Mr. Pierson, a father figure, like your best friend’s Dad who you wished was your Dad. But Mitch was the kind of guy who held authority not just because of his job but because of how he generally was so I didn’t suspect many men were “Mr.” anything to him but he was Detective Lawson to them. And he was a guy and Mr. Pierson was a guy and that was just the way of the world.

It hit me that Mitch was Mitch to Mr. Pierson and Mr. Pierson was Bob to Mitch because they’d formed a bond in order to protect me like they were doing just then and that whoosh went through my belly yet again.

So I whispered, “Mitch,” and his name came out heavy with meaning.

Mitch heard it and understood it and I knew he did when he said softly but quickly, “Remember what I said last night about the way it’s gonna be?”

“Yes,” I said quietly.

“Well, that’s the way it’s gonna be. I’m keepin’ you safe. Bob is dealin’ with this. You do your job, you sell mattresses, you come home, we eat chili and I deal with shit that makes you unsafe. Whatever shit that is and however you’re unsafe. You with me?”

That was a good question.

Was I with Mitch?

“Baby, you with me?” he asked into my silence.

I stared unseeing at the action in front of me, considering this question that maybe I was giving more weight than he intended it to have and then my mouth made a decision before my mind caught up.

“I’m with you, Mitch,” I whispered and it was his turn to be silent.

From his silence, I knew that he knew the weight I’d given his question.

I held my breath.

Then he ordered gently, “Go and sell mattresses.”

I pulled in breath. Then I saw the police cruiser pull up to the front door. Then I saw my mother see it and then I heard her screech, “
What the fuck? Not again!
”

Mitch heard it too.

“Cruiser’s there,” he muttered.

“Marabelle!” Mom shouted as the cops folded out of the car. “You call that
stick up his ass
cop boyfriend ‘a yours
off
your aunt and me.”

I took my phone away from my ear, thanked God for the first time in my life there were no customers in the store and tried to be as well-mannered as I could be when I called back, “No! And
especially
no if you keep saying that about him!”

“Is there a problem here?” one of the newly arrived police officers asked and Mr. Pierson strode forward nodding.

“Jesus! Can’t I talk to my own daughter?” Mom shouted.

“Stick up my ass?” Mitch asked in my ear, again sounding like he was smiling.

I closed my eyes.

“Marabelle! Get over here and talk to these cops!” Aunt Lulamae demanded.

“Mara, sweetheart, you stay right where you are. Those officers have been briefed,” Mitch ordered.

“Right,” I whispered to Mitch.

“
Marabelle!
” Mom shrieked.

“You okay for me to let you go or do you need me to stay on the line until they’re gone?” Mitch asked in my ear.