s*t*a*r*s (Kindred Series-2)

s*t*a*r*s 8 - pt 134

             “You do that, go with the next sexy woman you see,” teases Jo.  “Anything new?”

             “Nothing, we are great plants but we need to get out more,” says Alex.  “We both know it.  I found this new place, Atmosphere?  One of the couples were regulars there.”

             Jo grimaces.  “I know people who go there, but I can put it out there if they come up to me that I’m working.  They know what I do.”

             “None of them are potential killers?” asks Alex.  Her brown eyes probing, a glimmer of a smile paint her lips. 

             Jo smiles.  “No. I have a check-in with Em at four.  I’ll meet you there, nine-ish?”

             Alex nods and stands.  “See you then get your dancing shoes on.”  She leans over and kisses Jo. 

             Jo groans.  One of the things she hates about undercover is having to do things she doesn’t want to do.  Dancing being one of them.  “I’ll put ‘em on, I just won’t like it.”

             “I promise not to hurt you, I’m pretty good dancer, Wade.”

             “I’m sure you are, Pez.”

             Alexandria winks and is gone as quickly as she came.  Jo smiles.  She pulls out her Blackberry and checks her personal emails and finds nothing interesting, just a copy of an email sent to Spencer that has her homework attached.  Jo muses that until now she hadn’t had Spencer’s email address.  She puts the phone away and decides to go shopping.

 s*t*a*r*s

             Spencer dials the phone number that Amy left for her for Harley.  “Hello?”

             “Harley?” asks Spencer.

             A giggle.  “She is otherwise entertained with a bottle of whiskey, or maybe it’s tequila.”

             “Ummm,” begins Spencer.  She remembers Harley mentioning having quit drinking, and she knows for sure that Daisy has says something about it previously.  “Where is she?  There is a family emergency.”

             “She’s right here,” says the drunk girl.

             “And where is here?” asks Spencer tersely.  Why did people drink? 

             “Oh,” says the girl and she gives the address.  Spencer hangs up and figures she’d better go save Harley from herself.  Spencer gets her keys and as she’s about to leave, her cell rings.  It’s Rylee.

             “Hey,” says Rylee in a bubbly tone.

             “You’re calling early.”

             “I miss you,” says Rylee softly.  “I thought I’d call to tell you that.”

             “I miss you too,” says Spencer.

             “So, listen, my dad and I are on a plane to Hawaii, something about the house.  I’m going with him.  I need some Dad time,” says Rylee.  “We might stay for a few days so call my cell, okay?”

             “Sure, everything alright?”

             “Huge storm last night and did a bunch of damage to the house and property.  The guys who are renting are freaking out.  Dad figured it was easier to go there and sort it out.  I’m going along to make sure that they didn’t trash the place too,” says Rylee.  “They didn’t.”