Lula said when I pushed through the front door. “You got that what-the-heck-just-happened look to your face.”“Remember Diesel? He‘s back.”“I wouldn‘t be lookin‘ confused at that,” Lula said. “I‘d be lookin‘ hello, hotstuff.”“He‘s not normal,” I said to Lula.“Don‘t I know it. He was at the head of the line when God was handing out the good stuff. I bet he got a great big power tool, too.”I had enough problems without dwelling on Diesel‘s power tool. I was fifty dollars short on my rent, my mother expected me for dinner, and I had a monkey.“I‘m at a dead end with Martin Munch,” I said. “I thought I‘d go after one of the new guys.”“I guess I could help you with that,” Lula said. “So long as I don‘t have to chase some fool all the hell over the place. I‘m wearing my Via Spigas today, and I don‘t do that shit in my Via Spigas. So I‘m voting we go clap the cuffs on the idiot with the shot-up foot.”“Works for me,” I said.
