Harley Jean Davidson 03 - Evil Elvis Read Online Free PDF

keeping you safe.”
     
    “I think my spirit guides took a flight to Vegas. How come they never show up when I need them?”
     
    “But they do, Harley. They’re always with you.”
     
    “Today they’re on a winning streak at the blackjack tables. Looks to me like it’s time to get them back on the job.”
     
    “No need. It was the Elvis who died today, not you.”
     
    Diva had a point.
     
    Harley thought about that while she was brushing her teeth before bed. There had been some narrow escapes lately. Bobby had said it was sheer dumb luck that kept her alive, but what did he know? He never gave her enough credit. And Morgan—well, obviously he didn’t give her much either.
     
    Not that she could blame him. A brief inspection in the bathroom mirror was reason enough for any man with half-decent eyesight to run the opposite way. The gelled blond spikes of her favorite hairstyle had gone limp. She looked like a drowned hedgehog. Her hair was a little too long to stick up like it should, anyway. Maybe it needed to be cut again. Or grown out. Such a major decision required another opinion. She turned to look at the cat sitting atop the closed toilet lid.
     
    “What do you think, Sam? Should I let my hair grow out or get it cut?”
     
    Sam offered no opinion either way. He continued to clean his face with a paw and ignore her plight. Just like a male. Never there when you really needed them.
     
    That made her think of her latest purchase. A sexy pair of red silk panties she’d bought at Victoria’s Secret and tucked into her underwear drawer for a special occasion. She’d planned on wearing them for Morgan. A surprise for him since her usual choice was plain white cotton bikinis and a sports bra. Not exactly sexy, but she’d never heard any complaints.
     
    Now, of course, he’d miss the red silk panties. Damn him.
     

Chapter Three
     
    “ Leave it alone, baby.” Tootsie frowned and leaned closer to her. “It never works out good when you start meddling.”
     
    “I’m not meddling. I’m investigating. And I intend to turn over anything I find out to the police, so you don’t need to worry about me going off on my own anymore.”
     
    “Uh hunh. I seem to remember you saying that a time or two before. And look how that turned out.”
     
    Sitting in a chair behind the reception desk with the printouts he’d gotten for her, she dismissed the reminder with a wave of her hand. “This time is different. I’m only going over this list of passengers to see if I can match the name to the face. The one I don’t recall will be the killer. It’s very simple. Some guy snuck on the van in the middle of the other Elvises, and for some reason, killed one of them.”
     
    “Right. And this became your problem how?”
     
    “When I found a dead Elvis with a knife in his back, for starters.”
     
    “You know what I mean, honey. Let the police handle it. They’ll match names to faces and figure out who was supposed to be where. Somehow, they usually manage to find the perp.”
     
    “The perp? I love it when you talk cop to me. So how is Steve?”
     
    Steve was Tootsie’s significant other, though Harley had never met him and had serious doubts as to his existence.
     
    Still, it was polite to ask about him, and a good way to change the subject.
     
    Tootsie grinned. “Gorgeous as always. How’s your cop?”
     
    “Gone.” She tried not to flinch when she said that. For some reason, Morgan had gotten to her more than any guy ever had. That should have been her first clue that he’d take off.
     
    Tootsie sat back in his office chair and stared at her. “What do you mean, gone?”
     
    “Like the wind, you know—pfftt! Off to play with the bad guys and leave us bad girls behind, I guess.”
     
    “I don’t believe it. He’s crazy about you.”
     
    “Apparently not. I think it’s my habit of hanging around with dead guys. Seems to make some cops nervous.”
     
    “Understandable.