In the Worst Way (Mercy Watts Mysteries Book 5) Read Online Free PDF

you think?” I asked.  
    “I don’t know. You were always a weird kid.”  
    Gee, I wonder why.
    “Lots of people think I’m normal.”  
    He chuckled. “Name one.”  
    “Um…”
    “That’s what I thought. Get out here. I’ve got a plan,” said Dad.  
    Oh, no. Not a plan.  
    “A plan for someone other than me.”  
    “Yeah, right. What did I say? Get out here.”  
    Pick belly crawled backward and I rolled out, away from his slurping tongue. “What’s your plan? Did the techs find fingerprints? Do I get to go kick somebody in the crotch?”  
    Dad crossed his arms and lowered his eyelids to half-mast. “Yes, that’s exactly it.”  
    “Really?”  
    “No. Think, Mercy. The Klinefeld Group aren’t idiots. There won’t be any fingerprints and we don’t kick men in the crotch.”  
    Speak for yourself.
    “You punch sleaze bags in the ear,” I said.  
    “That was different.”  
    It always is when it’s you.
    “So what’s the plan?”  
    “You’re going away for a few days. It’s all arranged,” Dad said.  
    I jumped to my feet. “What? Why?”  
    “We were going to keep you with us for the duration but the situation has intensified.” Dad glanced at Myrtle, who watched him intently. I could tell she didn’t know about Richard Costilla yet, but it wouldn’t take long for her to get it out of Dad and he knew it. He sighed and continued, “There have been multiple inquiries about you.”  
    “What does that mean?” I asked.  
    “Men have shown up at your agency, Kronos, and three hospitals looking for you. Five hours ago, a man was observed waiting outside your apartment building.”  
    “You don’t know that was about me.”  
    Dad looked at me like I was too stupid to breathe. “Of course it’s about you, moron. You’re out of here.”  
    My phone started ringing. It was the theme from The Godfather. I really was a moron. “I can’t. I have work and stuff. I have stuff.” I fumbled for my phone.
    Button. Button. Where’s the damn off button?
    “Whose ringtone is that?” asked Dad.
    “Nobody.”  
    Dad snagged the phone before I could press the button and he looked at the screen. “Who is Great Butt?”  
    Oh my god!
    Myrtle’s ring-laden hand fluttered over her chest and I wanted to crawl under the carpet. You didn’t say butt in front of my godmothers. It was derrière at the very worst.  
    “Well?” asked Dad.  
    “Um…it’s a guy,” I said.
    “I assumed that. Who is it?”  
    “He’s Italian.”  
    “Also a safe assumption. What’s his name?”
    “Er…”
    Dad leaned over me with a brittle smile. “His name is Er?”
    “No. It’s…it’s Felix.”  
    Felix? What the hell, Mercy?
    “You know an Italian guy named Felix?”  
    “Italian guys can be named Felix,” I said.  
    “They can, but they’re not.”  
    My phone was still ringing in Dad’s hand, having started up again after my voicemail picked up. Dad made a move to answer it and I snatched it out of his hand. “Hi, Felix. How are you?”  
    “Felix?” asked Oz Urbani, a man who couldn’t have been farther from a Felix. Oz was the nephew of Calpurnia Fibanacci, the head of St. Louis’s most notorious mafia family. Oz claimed he wasn’t a part of the family business. I had my doubts on that. He did have a great butt though.  
    “Of course I remember you, Felix,” I said.  
    “Oh. Your dad is there, isn’t he?”  
    “Sure thing.”  
    “Alright. I’ll make this quick. My aunt just told me that the Costilla organization has a hit out on you.”  
    Be calm. Look calm. It’s only Felix. He wants to date you, not tell you about your impending death.  
    “Oh, yeah. That sounds great, but I don’t like horror. How about The Woman in Gold? ” I asked.  
    “That looks boring,” he said.  
    Oh my god.  
    “I don’t think it’s bad,” I said.
    “It’s bad.”
    The movie?
    Dad moved in closer to try and listen in and I backed up nearly