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CHAPTER ONE

VINCENT PLUM BAIL Bonds is one of several storefront businesses on Hamilton Avenue in Trenton, New Jersey It’s run by uy father-in-law, Harry the Haer My name is Stephanie Pluent I’m assisted by Lula We’re not sure exactly what Lula does, and we’ve never been able to come up with a title for her

Connie, Lula, and I were looking out the big plate glassat a Chevy Bolt parked at the curb It was a se women

“Do you knoho’s in that car?” Lula asked Connie

“Mada,” Connie said “Little Sally, his happy endings masseuse, is next to her It’s hard to see who’s in the back seat, but it ht be his bookie”

“Vinnie has a lady bookie?” Lula asked

“She used to be a h the transition”

“Good for him,” Lula said “He’s always been open-minded anyways He didn’t even care what sex that duck was”

The woot out of the car and marched into the office Madam Zaretsky had jet-black hair pulled back in a bun Her lipstick was blood red Her nails were creepy long and e dress and spike-heeled black pumps Little Sally wasn’t all that little She was a plump five-five with a lot of frizzy red hair, an abundance of boob, and legs like tree trunks The bookie was almost seven feet tall in heels She was tastefully dressed in a pale-yellow sheath dress and patent nude puh to palym monkey muscles

“Whoa,” Lula whispered tobookie”

“Where is he?” Zaretsky said “We need to talk to him He owes us money”