Girl Gone Wild part 7 (A Lenny Parker serial)
by Jochem Vandersteen
I had my Dodge
Ram parked a few blocks from the convenience store. Mikey had agreed to stake
out the store from his Chevy. Nina was around the corner in her Mini Cooper.
With me now known to Melissa I figured it would be best if people she didn’t
know kept an eye on her. My friends are great.
My cell phone
played a riff of Black Sabbath’s Iron Man. I answered it. Nina told me Melissa
had just been picked up by a man that fit Beck’s description.
“Good,” I said.
“I will ask Mikey to follow them.”
“Okay, see you
around. Good luck with the case.”
I called Mikey
and told him what I expected.
“Already on it,
Lenny,” Mikey answered. “I’m right behind them.”
A few minutes
later I saw Mikey’s Chevy pass. He was right behind Beck’s Audi. I started my
car and drove away, keeping a few cars behind Mikey. Old Man Jackson would have
been proud.
Every now and
then I slowed down a bit. Sometimes I parked the car a few minutes. After a
while Mohawk picked up the tail from Mikey and gave me a call of their
location.
After a while it
was Mikey again who called me to tell Beck and Melissa had parked their car at
a fleabag motel in Culver City.
I drove over
there. Mikey was still in his Chevy, parked in front of the motel. I parked
next to his car and got out. Mike opened the door of his Chevy and I sat next
to him.
“Thanks for
doing this, dude!” I told him.
“Sure, no
problem. I enjoy this stuff. Makes me feel like I’m Spenser for Hire or
something. Besides, if that dude is boffing that chick he needs to go down.”
“Yeah. So they
went in there how long ago?”
“Fifteen minutes
I guess. Going into a seedy motel room together sound like enough evidence for
you?”
I thought about
that. “Guess not. I’m not sure how her dad’s going to explain it, but he’s so
dead-set against the idea he’s probably going to find a way. I figure I need to
get better proof.”
“Sounds like you’re
planning on catching them in the act.”
“That might be
the only way, yeah.”
“So, what’s the
plan? Are you going to ninja your way to their room’s window and snap a few
pictures?”
I patted my
stomach. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I lack the physique to ninja much. I
thought I might take a more direct approach.”
Mikey ran his
fingers through his hair and looked up. “Not sure I like that idea, Lenny.
Sounds like you’re planning to get yourself in trouble.”
“Don’t worry, it
will work out. Just be here with the motor running when I come back.”
Mike laughed,
shaking his head. “Shit, Lenny… You’re a piece of work…”
TO BE CONTINUED....
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