CHAPTER 18
I knew if I laughed it would only encourage him. "Role-play on your own time, Broussard, I have a job for you if you want it. Two little babies need support and their rich daddy won't admit they're his."
"Sounds like that lowlife needs some convincing," he growled.
That was Duke--a dash of debauchery and a pinch of chivalry marinated in tequila and rolled into one good-time Charlie.
"He sure does," I agreed, "And a court order would do the trick. Unfortunately, we can't get him served because his employees cover for him, but I think someone creative could get it done. What do you think?"
"Hell, yeah!" Duke said. "Send me the papers and everything you've got on him."
My phone was about to overheat and I was too so I went inside and poured a glass of water while Duke waited.
