With effort I dragged myself out of a deep sleep to hear the voice after my answering machine message.

“Babe, pick up the phone.”

Luke.

I rolled over and reached up to the high alcove next to the bed and dragged down the phone.

“What?” I said into it.

“Get dressed. We got a takedown. Be there in five.”

Disconnect.

I laid there with my phone to my ear for a second then blinked up at the clock. It was after two in the morning.

Luke had a takedown. That meant they were going after a bad guy. That also meant that Luke wanted me to come with them.

I threw back the covers, Boo screeched, “Meow!” and I swung off the bed.

* * * * *

It was Sunday night (Monday morning, really) and I’d had a day of no rest.

It was another shit day, post-Vance, still no word, no sign, nothing.

I’d woken up that morning after the Luke Kiss, dragged myself out of bed, dragged on my clothes and dragged my ass to the grocery store to get cat treats and the makings for quesadillas.

I had no idea what was in a quesadilla, or how to make one but I guessed. I bought a bunch of other stuff too.

While rolling my cart through the grocery store I decided to learn how to cook. I was going to take a new lease on life. I was going to be the New Jules. I was going to learn to cook. I was going to be a better mama to Boo. I might even learn to knit. I was going to be a domestic goddess, super-social worker by day and a drug dealer ass-kicker by night. I was going to fill every second with new, golden opportunities. I was going to take on the kitchen, make my cat the happiest cat on the planet, buy myself some knitting needles and then take on the world.

On the way home, I stopped by the liquor store and bought more Fat Tire.

I went home and gave Boo enough kitty treats to send him into a kitty treat coma. He got all purry and then flopped down in a sunbeam on the chaise lounge and didn’t move for hours.

I was cleaning the house and baking brownies from a box (starting small) when a knock came at the door.

It was Daisy.

It wasn’t just Daisy. It was Daisy carrying an overnight bag.

“Are you moving in?” I asked, staring at the bag.

“Home facial!” she shouted, shoved me aside and walked in.

She dumped the overnight bag down on my couch and started to pull out jars, bottles, towels, sprays and all sorts of stuff.

“Put on a camisole, I’m doin’ the neck too,” she ordered.

“Daisy, I’m in the middle of cleaning the house.”

“You can clean the house any ole time. Now’s a special time. Now’s facial time.”

“I’ve never had a facial,” I told her.

Her head snapped up from looking at the bag and her eyes bugged out at me. “Never had a facial?” she asked, like I said I’d never breathed oxygen outside of my little bubble room.

I shook my head.

She snapped at me with her fingers. “Camisole. Now.”

I put away the window cleaner and put on a camisole.

I was lying on my couch, a big pillow from my bed under my head and shoulders, a towel draped over the pillow, mud-colored gunk smudged all over my neck and face, cotton wipes doused in lavender water on my eyes, when there was another knock on the door.

I sat up and the cotton wipes fell into my lap. Daisy was sitting in my armchair, foot on my pub set, painting her toenails. I was supposed to be relaxing and letting the facemask dry.

“Get that, will you, Sugar? I’m wet,” Daisy said, not looking up.

I rolled off the couch, tossed the wipes on a towel on the pub set, walked across the room and opened the door.

“Fuckin’ A, Law. What’s all over your face?”

Tex was standing at my door.

I stared at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Came by with these,” he said, indicating an old, beat up workout bag he was carrying and he shoved inside. “Yo, Daisy,” he called to Daisy.

“Yo, Tex,” Daisy called back then she stuck her tongue to the side of her mouth and concentrated on her toenails again.

“What’s this?” I asked as Tex dumped the workout bag by the chaise.

“Tear gas. You don’t have to use ‘em but they ain’t goin’ nowhere at my place. Thought I’d drop ‘em by, just in case. What’s that smell? Somethin’ burnin’?”

Damn.

“My brownies!” I yelled and ran to the kitchen.

The brownies were burned to a crisp. Total disaster. I set them on the stove top and walked back into the living room.

Tex was lying on the chaise, stroking Boo who was lying smack in the middle of Tex’s big, barrel chest. They both looked like they were going to stay awhile.

“You got a cat,” he told me like I didn’t know.

“That’s Boo.”

“Hey Boo,” Tex said to Boo.

Boo purred.

“You ever need a cat sitter, call me, I got a business on the side,” Tex offered.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I told him, thinking it was a bit strange Tex was a cat sitter on the side. But then again he’d just dumped a bag full of tear gas in my living room, pretty much everything about Tex was strange. “I never go on vacation,” I went on.

“Vance’ll take care of that. Indy and Lee are goin’ to Grand Lake for Thanksgivin’. Jet and Eddie are goin’ to Cabo for Christmas. And Hank and Roxie are goin’ to St. Thomas in January.”

“Vance and Jules broke up,” Daisy put in.

Tex made a noise that sounded like “puh” then he said, “That’ll last, like, a minute.”

“She broke up with him two days ago. They’re over,” Daisy shared.

Tex’s big head swung to me. “Over?” he asked, like the concept of two people ending a relationship was foreign to him.

I nodded.

“Shee-it,” he muttered.

There came another knock on my door.

“What now?” I mumbled as I walked to it and opened it.

“Fuck,” Roam said, standing outside next to Sniff. They were both staring at me.

“Don’t say f**k,” I told him. “What are you doing here? You okay?”

“Yeah, what’s on your face?” Sniff asked.

“A facemask,” I answered.

Both of them kept staring at me. I knew it hurt my street cred, The Law walking around in a facemask.