Chapter 57

She grinned as I started in on her Revlon makeover: light on the foundation, even lighter on the lipstick and blush, and heavy on the eyeliner. Because, come on, a little drama goes a long way. Plus, it brought out the blue in her eyes. At least that’s what it looked like in the moonlight anyway.

“How do I look?” she asked, once I was through.

I gave her the once over, twice. “Like a living doll.”

She giggled. “Emphasis on the living.”

I giggled as well, but on me it sounded more like a steamroller grinding over gravel. Oh well. “She’ll fall for it, hook, line and stinker.”

“Sinker, you mean.”

I shook my head. “Did you get a good whiff of that theater you were in?”

She groaned, clearly remembering said theater. “Got it. And, luckily, a sucker is born every minute. Or, in Blondella’s case, dies.”

“Exactly,” I said, touching fingertip to nose. Or at least trying to. “Let’s just hope that she’s the only thing that dies around here. Or, um, re-dies. Unlives?”