Chapter 4
Holding the lockbox from the hideout closet, Del was trying every key, the smallest ones first. “Let me know when the water stops running,” he said. “We don’t wanna get busted.”
What’s this “we” stuff, mister? I’m not your accomplice. I’m your worst nightmare.
“Wanna get the keys?” Del jangled the whole ring in front of my face. “Jingle bells, jingle bells.”
Unable to resist, I took a swat, at the plaything, or at Del’s hand, I wasn’t really committed as to which.
Back to his nefarious act, stymied when no key was the right key, he gave up before the sound of rushing water stopped, putting us back in the kitchen by the time Baily came down the stairs.
“All spic and span?” Innocent acting Del asked.
“Wow. Not as clean as you got the kitchen.”
“You were in there a long time
