“Thanks for the offer but I’m going to pass,” I said. “It would be complicated.”
“Babe,” Ranger said. And he disconnected.
I looked over at Tiki. “You could have persuaded me,” I said. “Where are you when I need you?”
FIFTEEN
CONNIE WAS ON the phone when I walked into the office. Lula was on the couch, reading Star magazine.
“It’s the cellulite issue,” Lula said. “I love the cellulite issue.”
Connie got off the phone, typed something into her computer, and sat back. “The charges have been dropped on Dottie Luchek. The cop said he misunderstood her intentions.”
“Hah!” Lula said. “Translation is she ran into him again and gave him a free BJ.”
So my list had just gotten shorter.
“I’d like to take a look at Franz Sunshine,” I said, “but I can’t come up with an angle.”
“You could just walk up to him and come right out with it,” Lula said. “He’s a busy mogul. He might not know there’s a Yeti living in his investment property. He could be happy you brought it to his attention.”
I looked at Connie. “Do you think?”
Connie shrugged.
I hiked my bag higher onto my shoulder. “I’ll play it by ear.”
“Me too,” Lula said. “I’m going with you. I want to see what a Franz Sunshine looks like.”
FS Financials was located in a high-rise on State Street in the middle of town. I parked on the street, and Lula and I took the elevator to the fifth floor.
“This is a swanky building,” Lula said. “This Franz guy must be doing okay.”
FS Financials occupied half of the floor. The door was frosted glass with the lettering in gold. I had my hand on the doorknob, and I still had no idea what I’d say to Franz Sunshine.
“Well?” Lula asked.
“I’m thinking.”
“Honest to goodness,” Lula said. “What’s to think about? You just go in and make something up. You let me do it. I’m good at making things up. I used to make stuff up all the time when I was a ’ho. Like how you think it’s cute that their dick has a crook in it.”
“That might not be a good opener for Franz Sunshine,” I said.
“Well, I got a lot more than that,” Lula said, pushing the door open. “You just stand back.”
Lula was dressed in flaming fuchsia today with hair to match. Skin-tight short black spandex skirt, fuchsia cap-sleeve spandex top showing acres of cleavage, five-inch stiletto heels, and her fuchsia hair was frizzed out to about a two-foot diameter.
She marched into FS Financials and politely asked to see Mr. Sunshine. The woman at the desk asked if Lula had an appointment, and Lula said actually Mr. Sunshine had missed his appointment so she was here doing a house call.
“Yes, but you still need an appointment,” the woman said. “May I give him your name?”
“You certainly may,” Lula said. “It’s Lula, as in Tallulah. And you tell him that he’s gonna want to see me firsthand.”
Sixty seconds later Lula swung her ass into Sunshine’s office with me trailing behind.
“Howdy,” she said to Sunshine. “I appreciate your seeing me like this. I’m Lula and this here’s my associate Stephanie. I want to talk to you about The Clinic. What the heck does it do anyway?”
Sunshine was older than Grandma Mazur. He was a shrunken man with a wisp of hair plastered to the top of his head, and rosacea spread across his face like the map of Europe.
“It doesn’t do anything,” he said with a thick German accent. “I bought it cheap. It’s an investment.”
“Well, I’m looking for a place to start my business and someone told me you had the perfect place.”
“What kind of business are you starting?”
“I’m a ’ho,” Lula said. “And I’m looking for a ’ho house.”
“You thought The Clinic would make a good brothel?”
“Yeah. I was told it had lots of rooms, which is just what I’m looking for. I could have a wide variety of themes going on if you see what I’m saying. And it sits by itself at the end of the street so the neighbors wouldn’t be complaining about noise and such. Not that a ’ho is real noisy, but sometimes depending on what a customer wants you might get carried away fakin’ a orgasm. I drove by your property on the advice of my finance officer and it looked empty except for a car I saw go in.”
“I have a security guard.”
“This didn’t look like no security guard,” Lula said. “This was a lady with ’ho hair. So I thought maybe the building had a head start on my idea.”