Free Bombshell (Devlin Haskell 4) by Mike Faricy

me, and never reacted. I don’t know what I was thinking. So I’m sorry things worked out the way they did. I wish you a speedy recovery and all th e best from here on for you and the entire team, ” I said, then stood up.
    I left out my condolences to everyone who had to deal with this pain -in-the-ass bitch in the future, but I think my flushed face and the killer glare in my eye got the message across.
    Fiona’s eyes were wide, Jimmy sat there red faced.
    “Nice seeing you again. Best of luck in your upcoming bouts. Don’t worry, I can show myself out.” I said, then opened the door before I picked Emma Bitch up and tossed her out the window.
    “I’m really s orry,” Fiona whispered, out in the hallway .
    “Not a problem, best of luck,” I said and continued down the hallway.
    “I might still press charges,” Felicity called from inside the room.

Chapter Twenty
    I was contemplating humanity and the terribly complex issues life presents while d r inking a Leinenkugel’s at The Spot , not my first . I was planning to download another porno when I got home and then my cell rang. It might have been a measure of my mood that I remained on the bar stool and answered , not r eally caring who was calling or that they might figure out I was in a bar.
    “Haskell Investigations.”
    “ Dev? Justine.”
    I really didn’t want to hear that.
    “Hi Justine , how are things? ”
    “I just wanted to call and say thanks for goi ng over and talking to Felicity this afternoon. It really helped .”
    Helped who or what? I wondered.
    “Well, I’m not sure how much it helped, but it’s done.”
    “It’s just great to get a bit of a positive spin on things and everything.”
    “I gotta tell you, Justine, i f that was Felicity’s idea of a bit of po sitive spin it was an extremely tiny bit. Her name ought to be Emma Bitch, not Emma Babe.”
    “ Yeah, I heard there may have been a little attitude.”
    “ A l ittle attitude? Try talking to a pouty thirteen-year— old on an exceptionally bad day , and that woman does fund raising? I can’t imagine she does much. She’s lucky she didn’t go out the window.”
    “That bad, hunh?”
    “Worse. I don’t know what Jimmy or Fiona told you, but let ’ s just say grace is not Emma’s strong point and leave it at that.”
    “Sorry about that, I really am. We still appreciate your effort and going over there and everything. Hopefully she won’t press charges. ”
    “Yeah, well thanks. Look, I ’ll live, but you’ve got an individual on your hands with some real issues , someone should light a fire under her ass and get her going in the right direction .”
    “I’ ll keep it in mind, maybe we’ ll get things settled at our upcoming bout.”
    “I’ d pay to watch, in fact I’d pay even more to skate against her , maybe just one time around? ”
    “I’ll think about that and maybe pass it on, thanks anyway.”
    “Appreciate the call, Spankie.”
    She laughed and hung up.
    Against my better judgment I remained for one more Leinenkugel’s then drove home al ong the back streets. I went online and wasted the next three hours searching for reports of f ingers sent to p eople. I finished up with learning more than I ever need ed regarding th e cremation business. I never did ge t around to downloading a porn film.
    I spent the next day making collection call s. Not for me, but for a client, City Student Direct. I hated the task, but it paid some bills, I made twenty percent on anything that came in. Collect ion calls to people who’d gotten a loan so they could take a couple of classes and maybe get ahead of the game.
    I had the feeling it wasn’t working , for anyone. A single mom with three intro computer classes did not a computer programmer make. It was depressing for them to get my c all and even more depressing for me to make the call.
    Fortunately, m ost of my calls went una nswered, a few hung up, two cried and about once an hour someone agreed to send in a