Chapter 18
Escargots
The moment I stepped inside the pub, Lafitte’s eyes locked with mine. “Where the hell has your snotty self been?” His hands rested on his hips; heavy black mascara smeared down his face.
“What’s wrong?” My eyes roamed over his messy clothes. He reminded me of a tomcat prowling all night. Hair disheveled, holey green t-shirt and stained white sweats.
“The water got turned off in the apartment. And Sweet Pea showed up at my doorstep last night.”
Sudden tension pricked my neck. “Tell me you didn’t let that asshole come back?” My hands flexed to my side, hankering to go hambone on someone’s noggin.
“What do you think? I might be a drag queen, but I ain’t cray-cray, boo! I took the broom to him and told him not to show up no mo or else I’d sick you on ‘em. He scooted
