Janet Evanovich - Full Scoop

Freddy laughed again. "You ever thought about doing stand-up comedy?" he asked, as Vera continued to talk to the desk. "How about telling Destiny I stopped by?"

"I've got a better idea," Vera said. "Why don't you wait for her? You just make yourself comfortable on the sofa over there and help yourself to a magazine. I have a feeling she's going to pop up any moment."

"Thanks." Freddy turned for the sofa, just as Mike Henderson pushed through the front door.

"Look at me!" Mike all but shouted to Vera, motioning wildly at his face. "I've got this rash all over my body."

"You've got chicken pox," Vera said.

Mike shook his head. "No way! That voodoo woman, Queenie Cloud, did this to me. I'm going to report her to the police."

Freddy Baylor suddenly looked anxious and backed away from the other man. "I have to get back to the bait shop," he said. "Would you tell Destiny I came by?" He was gone.

"Who was that?" Mike asked Vera.

"Destiny's new boyfriend."

"What!"

"Stop shouting," Vera said. "If you think you look bad now, just wait until Jamie gets her hands on you."

"Uh-oh. I shouldn't have added that part about Dr. Davenport in my article."

Vera arched one brow. "You think?"

A relieved Destiny crawled from beneath her desk, startling Mike so bad he jumped. "What is going on here?" he asked.

Destiny shot Vera a dark look. "You're going to pay."

"Was that man your lover?" Mike demanded. "Are you actually having sex with a bait store owner? After turning me down three times! Do you know what that does to a man's ego?"

Destiny ignored him.

The phone rang and Vera grabbed it. "You called in the nick of time," she told Jamie. "Mike just walked in. I would slap him for you, but he's under the weather. Has the chicken pox," she added.

"I do not have the chicken pox. I'm telling you, I'm hexed!"

"He claims Queenie Cloud is responsible for it. Says he's going to call the police. He's gone wacko. Flipped out. Lost it. Gone off the deep end. You need to get back here fast."

* * * * *

Jamie hung up the phone and looked at Maggie. "I have to get back to the office." She relayed the message and Maggie closed her eyes and shook her head. "I have no idea why he thinks Queenie did something to him," Jamie added, "but the police aren't going to take him seriously."

"Queenie made threats against him last night," Maggie said and told Jamie about Mike's visit. "He could report threats. I'd better ride over and take a look at him. Maybe calm him down." She turned to Mel. "Would you please go outside and see how much longer Zack and Ben will be working on the pen for Butterbean? Tell Zack I need a lift to the newspaper office as soon as they're done."

Mel nodded and hurried out.

Jamie reached for her purse. "You don't really think Queenie, um—" She paused. "Never mind. I don't want to know. I'll see you at the office." Jamie stepped out the back door and called Fleas several times.

"He's back here with Butterbean," Mel shouted from behind the house.

Jamie hurried to the backyard. An amused Zack and Ben were using a heavy-duty staple gun to fasten the chicken wire in place on the wooden poles. Mel grinned at Jamie and pointed. Standing on opposite sides of the makeshift fence, Fleas and Butterbean were trying to rub noses through the octagon-shaped holes in the wire. "I think they're in love," Mel said.

Jamie shook her head sadly. "Just when I think my life is as strange as it can get, my dog gets the hots for a goat. Okay, Romeo, time to go." Jamie grasped his collar and tugged gently, but Fleas wouldn't budge. He was too busy making goo-goo eyes at Butterbean.

"Oh, great," Jamie said, as Mel continued to laugh and the men's amusement grew. She reached into her purse and pulled out the leash she kept on hand. She hooked it to Fleas's collar and tugged.

He gave a huge hound-dog sigh, gave Butterbean a lingering look, and followed Jamie toward the car.

* * * * *

"We're going in that?" Mel asked a half hour later as they were getting ready to go to the newspaper office. "Your hippie van?"

Zack grinned. "Yeah. I wish I had thought to put on my tie-dyed T-shirt." He unlocked and opened the doors for them. "Ladies?"

"I'll die if anyone I know sees me," Mel said once they were on their way.

"Hey, look," Zack said, reaching for several cassette tapes on the dashboard. "We've got Janis Joplin, Joe Cocker, and Jimmy Hendrix. Hey, Mel, I'll bet you fifty cents you don't know the words to 'Bobby McGee.' " He put the tape into the cassette player and sang along.

"Oh, brother," Mel mumbled and scooted down in the backseat.

Maggie chuckled as Zack sang to the music, obviously unaware that he couldn't hold a tune. She liked that he had a sense of humor; it would go a long way toward easing the tension over the next hours or days as they waited for Carl Lee's appearance.

They arrived at the Gazette, and Maggie hurried inside, with Zack and Mel right behind. Maggie followed the sound of voices and found Jamie and her staff trying to calm Mike. "Okay, I'm here," she called out.

"Finally!" Mike said. "I'm going crazy with all this itching. It's everywhere!"

"Men are such babies," Vera said.

Maggie noted the rash on Mike's face and arms as she opened her bag and pulled on her latex gloves. "Have you ever had the chicken pox, Mike?" she asked.

"When I was about three years old," he said. "This isn't the chicken pox."

"Sure looks like it. Have you been exposed to anyone within the past couple of weeks who had chicken pox?"

"No."

"When did your symptoms begin?"

"My head started itching like crazy last night. I thought it was my new shampoo. I woke up this morning to this," he added, pointing to himself.

Maggie doubted it had come on quite that fast. The rash had probably started on his back where he couldn't see it. She followed up with more questions, slipped a thermometer beneath his tongue, and reached for a vial containing an antihistamine. "I'm going to give you something to stop the itching," she said, drawing the medication into a syringe and giving him an injection. The thermometer beeped. One-oh-one. "And something for your fever," she added.

"You don't have a cure for what I have," he said, sounding hopeless. "Queenie Cloud is the only one who can stop it."

"She's in Savannah for the day. Sorry."

"I could be dead before she gets back. Is there something you can do to break the hex?"

Maggie looked at him. He was genuinely afraid. "I promise you'll feel better in a few minutes, Mike." She tore open another package and shook two tablets into his palm. His hand trembled so badly he almost dropped them. Jamie went for water.

"You're being silly," Vera told him. She looked at Maggie. "He's the worst hypochondriac I've ever seen. If he gets a headache he swears it's a brain tumor and won't shut up until the doctor does an MRI."

"May I speak with you for a moment, Maggie?" Jamie said.

Mike's eyes widened. "Uh-oh, it must be bad if they have to talk in private."

"Try to relax, Mike. I'll be right back." Maggie followed Jamie out of the office. Zack and Mel sat on the sofa in the reception area reading a magazine.

"You have to do something," Jamie said, once she and Maggie reached the small kitchen at the end of the hall. "Mike will end up making his condition much worse if he doesn't get a grip."

"He'll feel better once his fever goes down."

"Not if he continues to think Queenie put a hex on him. I'll have to take him to the ER and sit with him day and night like when he had the flu and was sure it was acute leukemia."

Maggie had no time to think about hexes and poxes and root work, what with the threat of Carl Lee looming. "I've tried to convince him otherwise. What do you want me to do?"