Giddyup for STAR

I called Honey and told her to met me at the diner on the corner so we could make a plan. I got there early and reserved the best stool at the counter, right next to the condiments rack. I got a cup of coffee, black,and sipped at it, waiting for Honey. She slinked into the place about 5 minutes later, and all conversation stopped. Not a big deal really, as I was the only customer, and I had just been mumbling to myself.

Honey was dressed for action in full camo body suit, face black, web belts carrying more firepower than most small countries, night vision goggles at a ready position over her forehead, and several more bits of lethal hardware secreted on various parts of her lovely anatomy. Unfortunately, she sort of stood out in the early lunch crowd, but not as much as you might think.

I work in a rough area of town. The rent’s cheaper that way.

She slid gracefully onto the stool, and once again,I was enveloped by her scent. Less chanel and more gun oil this time, but the slight wiff of Semtex was magical. There’s something about a woman dressed in Kevlar that just gets me going.

“So,” she said,”What did you find out?”

I scratched my head and sipped some coffee.

“You were right, Honey, Michael didn’t commit suicide.”

My ears were ringing, my eyes were watering and my heart was pounding, but oddly, there was no pain involved. Eventually the buzz wore down and I realized that Honey had not hit me, she had kissed me.

I knew I was in trouble now.

She had a look in her eyes that held a huge promise for my future, but I wasn’t exactly sure what that promise was.

“Thank you Dirk,” she breathed. “Thank you for believing me.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Honey. There’s a long way to go from believing to proving. A long way to go with no guarantees that we’ll ever get there.”

“That’s okay, Dirk. Just knowing that you believe me is almost enough. At least for now.”

I was confused. Where was the woman who knocked me around so badly just yesterday. The strong blond goddess who needed nothing and took what she wanted? Who was this soft creature who sounded like she was out of some insipid romance, instead of a hard boiled mystery? Where was my Honey?

My confusion must have shown in my eyes.

“I’ll be tough again tonight Dirk,I promise I will. I’ve had to be tough enough for so long that I just had to let down, if only for a few moments. But don’t you worry. The hard bitch will be back as soon as she is needed.”

I was enjoying the sweeter Honey, so I wasn’t about to complain.

“Okay, Honey, if you say so.”

I’d never dreamed those words would ever pass through my lips.

“Here’s the plan. There’s no way we can ever prove that Wallace ripped off Smithon Jones, or that he killed your brother, and even if we could, Wallace owns this town. He’d never get convicted. So instead of going after him on his terms,we’ll do it on ours.”

“What do you mean, Dirk?”

I swear,she almost batted her eyes. This was getting scary.

“Wallace values one thing and one thing only. Money. And power. Okay, two things. Money. And power. And influence. Well, three things. Money, power and influence.”

Honey interrupted. “But, baby,aren’t power and influence the same thing?”

“Okay,Honey, he values two things, money, and power. So we take both away from him.”

“How?”

That was the multimillion dollar question.

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