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matter, that matter?”
    â€œNo matter. What do you have for me?”
    â€œWhat you wanted. Thing is now, where’s what you have for me?” Something about the squirmy glint to her eye as she took that first sip into absinthe making his coffers grow fonder, told him this hard broad wasn’t going to play easy. Something told him too late. Something hit him hard, something like what cheap clunky bar glasses are still good for.
    Pammy told him later it took three conks of those clunks from that lackey to knock him cold…two seconds for Hannah and George to search his jacket for the keys and title to the
Whammy Zammy
…and one sporty Maserati getaway car to zzzzzzzooooom the dastardly duo down to da docks. That’s where those bird-brained canaries were lying low when the local constabulary escorted Big Daddy’s parade to the paddy wagon. Charge floated before Judge Dan Yoob was grand river larceny.
    All would’ve flowed well for Frieda, Trudy, Hannah and George if not for the sudden appearance of the son of Sammy, summoned from an earlier swift Google search as fast as a driving Piper’s iPhone could app:
R-i-g-h-t-f-u-l—O-w-n-e-r
. Sonny, Sammy’s son, FYI’d the bamboozled Zambowzers with a G-man at his side. Cross currents considered, this was interstate trafficking after all, and Sonny had educated himself well, watching a lot of late-night movies growing up without his dad’s full attention.
    The story doesn’t end at the docks and Sammy sailing into the sunset of his heritage, which he did. Pammy had followed the instincts Jake gutted and
—
    Here, let her tell it, her way
—
    â€œJake! Jake! Snap out of it, man. You’ll be hit with worse in your life once
we
start adventure trails. I promise you never a dull moment, you big lug. Come on, we should get outta Dodge, too.”
    Groggy, but with as big a dopey smirk as a not so big a dope can smile, Jake upped his sprawled ante to one elbow and one-fingered Pammy’s puss into the smooch of his angled grin. “I’ve been wanting to do that a long time, ma’am. And it’s Hamelin we want to get the hell out of, not Dodge.”
    â€œYou were right. Dodge
is
more fun to say.” Slender arms reached ’round Piper’s pleased torso. “Here, let’s get you closer to vertical.”
    â€œSo you can smooch me again?”
    â€œSo I can look you in the eye when I tell you you were right about a lot of things.”
    â€œYou planning on being around to tell me that a lot?”
    â€œNo. This could be the only time with me having the wilier wits to be the brains of this operation. But—”
    â€œWait. I have wits.”
    â€œWile wins.”
    â€œPoint taken.” He twirled one strand of one curl of the tangle making her shoulders all the more fascinating. There was a lot of fascinating going on, but something was pulsating at the edge of his subconscious. Maybe it was just the lump from the cheap beer mugs, but still, best to take a shot. “You said I was Mr. Right?”
    â€œI said you were
right
. That you thought they’d stiff you once you distinguished the diamonds with the red spray job in the dining room of the ship of fools.”
    â€œDidn’t take Professor Plum with a candlestick to see the light on that clue, baby.”
    â€œGeeeeez, who writes your material? So, I called in a favor, put a tail on you and made a side trip of my own to Hamelin’s hometown Home Depot. They have one, you know.”
    â€œIt’s cheaper at Lowe’s.”
    â€œDon’t quibble, Jake. They match prices. Everyone knows that. But did you know how handy a multi-tool the Acme Master Screw-Drill is?”
    â€œThat’s the name of a tool, or are you still glad to see me?”
    â€œQuit your wisecracking if you can for a moment, Jake. Of course it’s a name. Big lug men name tools. They stay up all night, I figure,