Kenny didn't answer. He shrugged and then said, "There wasn't much money in the wallet. Just a bunch of twenty-dollar bills."
"Hardly worth getting your nose broken?" John Paul said.
"Look, I should have told you, and now I'm sorry I didn't," Kenny said. "When my wife gets off the phone, I'm sure that lady will call. You're just gonna have to wait."
"Where is your wife?" Avery asked.
John Paul answered. "In the back office."
He grabbed her arm when she started in that direction. "Do you know how to use a gun?"
She pulled away from him and hurried to the back of the store. "I'm not going to shoot anyone, John Paul."
"Be careful," he ordered.
She took the warning to heart. When she reached the swinging door, she slowly pushed it open and looked inside. A woman was sitting with her back to the door. She was bent over with the receiver to her ear as Avery quietly walked forward. She heard the woman say, "No, I want five of them. That's right. Five. Now the last item is number A3491. The silver stereo with all them CD holders. I want eight of them. No, make it ten. That's it, hon. Are you ready for my credit card number? What? Oh, my name's Salvetti. Carolyn Salvetti. I'll be using my American Express card to pay for all this merchandise, but I want them shipped to my Arkansas home."
Avery was furious. She came up behind the woman and snatched the phone from her hand. Chrystal lurched out of her chair, sending it crashing into the wall. "Who do you…" she sputtered.
Keeping her eye on Chrystal, Avery spoke into the phone. "Cancel the order. She's using a stolen credit card."
"No," Chrystal shouted as Avery hung up the phone. "You got no right to come barging in here. No right at all. This is my private office. Now give me that phone back."
"You and Kenny are going to jail."
"Hold on there a minute. We didn't do nothin' wrong."
Chrystal's eyes were set a little too close together and her moon-shaped face was twisted in anger. Not pretty, Avery thought
as she watched her step forward threateningly. Her brown eyes darted back and forth like a cornered rat's as she considered
her options. "There's no reason to call the police."
The woman towered over Avery and outweighed her by a good sixty pounds. When a sudden gleam came into her eyes, Avery knew what she was thinking, that her size gave her the advantage.
"Don't even think about it," Avery said.
"This is private property," Chrystal half shouted. And then she lunged.
Avery didn't need to defend herself. She simply stepped to the left and watched as the large woman fell on top of the desk. Her precious catalog ripped open and flew to the floor.
What a klutz. "Behave yourself," Avery scolded like a teacher disciplining a child with a harsh warning. "Now get up and go into the store. Move it," she shouted when Chrystal didn't move.
Carrie's driver's license and all of her credit cards were on the desk, except the American Express card. She saw Chrystal slip the card into her pocket. "You just don't give up, do you? Give me the damn card."
Chrystal threw it at her. Avery caught it in midair and then nodded toward the swinging door again.
Chrystal shoved the door open and hurried ahead. She tried to push the door back in Avery's face, but Avery used her foot to block it.
"Bitch," Chrystal growled. Then she saw Kenny and took her wrath out on him. "I told you we'd get into trouble, but you wouldn't listen to me."
John Paul slipped his gun into the back of his jeans and then looked at Avery, waiting for an explanation. She took a step closer to him as she said, "Chrystal was doing a little early Christmas shopping with my aunt's American Express card."
"Aren't they a pair?"
"Yet another good reason I'm never going to get married," she said.
"I don't see any need to get the police involved," Chrystal muttered.
"Who said anything about the police, Chrystal?" Kenny demanded. "Why'd you have to go and bring them into this?"
"I didn't, you old goat. Blondie did," she added, pointing at Avery. "And all this is your fault, Kenny. If anyone's gonna go back to jail, it's gonna be you. I already got one strike against me. Didn't I tell you you shouldn't let me open that package? Didn't I?" she screeched like an irate hen. "You made me do it."
"Shut your trap," Kenny told her.
Chrystal finally noticed her husband's condition. He was sitting on the counter, swinging his legs back and forth while he held a torn Kleenex to his nose. She gave John Paul the once-over too. "Who's he?" she demanded. "And why are you pickin' at your nose?"
"I ain't pickin' nothin'. That gal behind you broke my fuckin' nose. I'm gonna get me a lawyer and sue her."
"From jail?" Chrystal bellowed. "You moron. You aren't gonna sue nobody."
John Paul had about had it with the happy couple. He went to the front door and stood to the side looking out. The teenager
who had been throwing up was now curled up on the porch sound asleep.
"Stop arguing," Avery demanded. She was a little surprised that Kenny and Chrystal actually obeyed her.
"No reason to scream at us, missy. You can see we're cooperatin'," Chrystal said.
"Fine. You're cooperating. Where's the envelope?"
"You mean the one the billfold was in?" Chrystal asked.
"Yes."
"I threw it in the trash by the facilities," she said.
"There was just the billfold, but I'll get it for you so you can see for yourself."
She took her sweet time crossing the store and returned a minute later with the yellow envelope. Thrusting it at Avery, she said, "See. It's empty."
Kenny's nose had stopped bleeding, and he tossed the Kleenex toward the wastebasket behind him but missed. "I told you everything that gal said to me, but she was pretty chatty with Chrystal."
"That's right. She sure was chatty. She told me you folks were goin' on a treasure hunt. Kinda old to be playin' games like that, aren't ya?"
Avery was close to pulling her hair out in frustration. These people were driving her crazy. "When she came in, did you see her car? Was there anyone waiting?"
"Had a nice new Mercedes," Kenny said. "But there wasn't nobody inside it. Just the gal."
"Did she tell you where she was sending us?"
Her obvious anxiety gave Chrystal a surge of power. She said snidely, "Depends."
"Depends on what?" Avery asked.
Chrystal rubbed her ringers together, the universal sign for money. Avery didn't have the patience to negotiate.
"The woman left instructions too, but Kenny and me aren't sayin' another word until you make it worth our while."
"Okay, John Paul. We're back to doing it your way. You may shoot one of them. That should get the other one talking."
He liked the way she thought. The gun was out, the safety off less than two seconds later.
"Got a preference?" he asked.
Chrystal put her hands up. "Hold on there. No need for violence. Kenny and me is peace-lovin' folks, aren't we, Kenny?
We'll tell you what you want to know. The woman said a gal would be comin' in. Said the gal's name was Avery." Turning to her, she asked, "You're her, aren't ya? You got to be her."
"Yes. What else did she say?"
"That she'd be callin' and that you'd be leavin' in a hurry, but she was sure wrong about that, wasn't she? I mean, you're still here."
Kenny snorted. "They can't be leavin' in a hurry until after she calls, you twit."
"Avery, I really want to shoot these people. Put them out of their misery," John Paul said.
She understood how he felt. "Put the gun away, John Paul."
The second he lowered the gun, Chrystal cheered up and managed a smile. "Kenny, they'll need supplies for where they're headed. You carry what they want out to their car while I total it up in my head." Turning to Avery she asked, "You got cash on you, don't you?"