CHAPTER 9
BLAKE’S TAROT READING
Why the hell do I keep saying stupid s**t like that? It was like I had the flirty version of Tourette’s syndrome, and I hoped Eddie wasn’t taking it too seriously. Though sitting on his lap wasn’t an unappealing proposition.
Eddie grinned, then grabbed the can of deodorizer, pointed it at me and sprayed.
“Wh, what, what are you doing?” I fanned my hands in front of my face and coughed.
“Making sure you smell fresh and clean for our next vic-” Eddie began, then I heard a throat clearing behind me and spun around.
“I love it when Santa and his elves make merry!” Peppermint squealed. “I wanted to let you both know I watched how you handled Anna and her Mom on the security camera.”
Both Eddie and I swiveled our heads searching for the camera, then Pepperm
