Chapter Twenty-Five
Monday morning and Kate found an orangutan in her parking spot. He was in the back of a truck and a shirtless women with an arm through the bars, was stroking his tummy. Kate backed the Honda around and got parked on the street. She closed the car door and took a prudent look at the neighboring windows but, thankfully, no one was gawking at the half-dressed animal trainer.
Katie locked her car and walked across the parking lot. The woman had a broad back the color of paprika and wore a pair of tight khaki short-shorts with flat-soled, knee high snake boots. “How’s little Toto?” Kate asked.
The woman turned and flashed white teeth. She had t**s that looked like friggin’ plow shears. “She’s at the doggy-stylist, getting her hair done,” the woman said. “She has a big da
