![]() ![]() I hung up before he could say anything else and got back to lunch foods. I certainly didn’t want to know what sort of hit had pinged for angel wings. I didn’t want to see her again, didn’t want to go to the station and get dirty looks and even more snide comments. #I VE GOT BILLS TO PAY MOUTHS TO FEED LYRICS TV#This was looking more and more like a screaming warning sign, the sort of alert that came up on TV when you were about to get a hurricane. “Well someone must have thought it was funny enough to put out a warning for,” Jose said finally, “And they got a hit. ![]() The early morning light streaming through the kitchen window in hazy golden bars made even the quiet drifting and gentle, at least until I tucked the phone between my ear and shoulder and got back to lunch making. Words were their own sort of weapon I mused in the silence that followed. It’s for a client, and since the theft is related to an unsolved murder I thought it might be of some interest to the force.” “I asked if anyone had heard about them recently though, especially in relation to fenced goods or black market deal. The banana slices were already going mushy and brown. “Not in so many words,” I said, once she was gone and I was left with a half made peanut butter and banana sandwich in front of me. At this point in the journey of parenthood, I wasn’t picky though. Get dressed, I mouthed, and hoped she could successfully navigate her closet on her own, preferably without going to school dressed in three clashing types of plaid again. When I opened them, the problem hadn’t gone away but Trixie had looked up from her breakfast and gave me a curious look. “Did you ask someone to put out an all points on angel wings?” Jose asked, sounding out the words like he’d never seen them before even though I knew he went to church once in awhile. I’d been poking around for word about the theft and murder at the warehouse, about the gang wars, about anything to do with smuggling of religious items, since my first conversation with Lucifer. “I’m assuming this is about my inquiries?” Becoming a detective had been some small respite from them, but now I was back at the bottom, grabbing any tip I could from anyone I could, and retired cops were the worst gossips in town. Patronizing old beat cops who remembered me from back when I wore tutus were nothing new. “Nothing I can’t handle,” I told him sternly. I preferred words to violence, but anything would do in a pinch. Once it was taken away, you had to improvise. When you had a badge, the law was your weapon. Now, it was like a comfort blanket, a small way to hold back the storm. Before Dan’s death a weapon had never made me feel safer. Reflexively, I picked back up the bread knife and held it in one hand. “Chloe,” he said, “What have you gotten yourself into?” He’d been one of my dad’s colleagues and partners, was in the space between active duty and a restful retirement where they stashed you in a spare office at the precinct. I know we can't slow down, We can't hold back, Though you know, we wish we could.I was making lunch for my daughter the next morning when I got the call from old Jose. We got bills to pay, We got mouths to feed, There ain't nothing in this world for free. "Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked, Money don't grow on trees. But even still I can't say much Because I know we're all the same, Oh yes we've all got to satisfy those thrills. I saw a preacher man in cuffs he'd taken money from the church, He's got this bank account with righteous dollar bills. So I turned on the TV And flipped it over to the news, And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend. Now a couple hours passed And I was sitting at my house, The day was winding down and coming to an end. No there ain't no rest for the wicked, Until we close our eyes for good". I know I can't slow down, I can't hold back, Though you know, I wish I could. I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, There ain't nothing in this world for free. He said "Give me all you've got I want your money not your life, But if you try to make a move I won't think twice." I said "You can have my cash But first you know I got to ask What made you want to live this kind of life?" He said "There ain't no rest for the wicked, Money don't grow on trees. Then he walks up from behind And puts a gun up to my head, He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight. Not even fifteen minutes later I'm still walking down the street, When I saw a shadow of a man creep out of sight. G Bb C F Until we close our eyes for good". ![]()
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