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from the recreational area by the dumpster.”
    We walked halfway down the hall and stood outside unit 307, listening at the door. A television was droning inside the apartment.
    “Probably he’s got a gun,” Lula said, “being that he’s wanted for armed robbery. I guess if I’m turning into a vampire I don’t have to worry so much about getting shot, so maybe I should be the one to go through the door first.”
    “Okay. You can go first.”
    “But then suppose I’m not turning into a vampire? There might not have been any vampire venom transferred since I just got a hickey.”
    “No problem. I’ve got it.”
    I knocked on the door, and Lula stood to one side. The door opened, and Merlin looked out at us.
    “What?” Merlin said.
    Merlin Brown was 6′2″ and built like a linebacker for Dallas. His skin was a shade past Lula’s, he had a lightning bolt carved into his forehead, two gold teeth in the front of his mouth, and he’d answered the door buck-naked. His Mr. Happy was hanging at half-mast and was about the size of a wanger on a champion stud Clydesdale.
    Lula looked Merlin up and down. “Mother of God!”
    “B-b-bond engorgement,” I said. I blew out some air and corrected myself. “Bond enforcement.”
    “I’m busy,” Brown said.
    That was pretty much stating the obvious.
    “You got a lady friend here?” Lula asked him.
    “Nope.”
    “Boyfriend?”
    “Nope.”
    “You always walk around like this?”
    “Pretty much. I got laid off a couple months ago and I haven’t got a lot to do. I rob a store once in a while but that’s about it. So I pass the time doing … you know.”
    “Well this here’s your lucky day,” Lula said. “We got a activity for you. All you gotta do is put some clothes on and come with us.”
    “I go with you and I’m gonna end up in jail. I already been in jail and I didn’t like it. Anyways, I got a better idea,” Brown said. “How about you take your clothes off and we stay here. In fact, how about if I help you. How about if I start off helpin’ myself to Miss Skinny Ass Bounty Hunter here.”
    I took a step back and talked out of the side of my mouth to Lula. “Do you have your g-u-n with you?”
    “Yeah,” Lula said. “You think it’s time to use it?”
    “I know what you spelled,” Brown said. “You spelled gun. Like you’d shoot me, right? First off, you’re girls. And second you can’t shoot an unarmed man. I could do whatever I want and you can’t shoot me.”
    Lula pulled her 9mm Glock out of her purse, aimed it at Brown’s foot, and fired off a shot. It missed by about six inches, so she made a course correction and squeezed offanother round. The second round was also off the mark. No surprise since Lula was the world’s worst shot. Lula couldn’t hit the side of a barn if she was standing three feet away from it.
    “You fat chicks can never shoot worth anything,” Brown said. “It’s been one of my observations.”
    “Excuse me?” Lula said, eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring. “Fat chick? Did you just call me a fat chick? I better have heard wrong because I don’t like being called a fat chick.”
    And then Lula got lucky, or unlucky depending on your point of view, and she shot Brown’s pinky toe off.
    “YOW!” Brown yelled. “What the fuck? Are you fuckin’ nuts?”
    And he fainted. Crash. Flat out on his back with his foot bleeding, and his flagpole standing at attention.
    Lula stared down at Brown’s stiffy. “He must have taken one of those pills on account of that’s just not normal.”
    “You’ve got to stop shooting people!” I said to Lula. “It’s against the law.”
    “He said I was a fat chick.”
    “That’s not a good reason to shoot someone’s toe off.”
    “Seemed like it at the time,” Lula said. “What are we gonna do now? We gonna drag his ass out to the car?”
    “If we bring him in now we’ll have to take him to the hospital first. And then we’re going to have to explain the