Bambi set her glass down on the bar nervously, then tossed her hair back over her shoulder before heading over to Big Louie.
"I was just having a drink! We weren't even talking!" Bambi said with her hands on her hips. "And I'm my own person! You don't own my mind!"
"What mind?" Big Louie snapped, irritated that Bambi was talking back to him.
She gasped with outrage, launching into a full-blown hissy fit.
Bambi stomped her foot in anger. "Louie! You're impossible!" she snapped, turning on her heel and storming back to the bar.
When Bambi stomped off, he let out a sigh of relief. He didn't look forward to stepping between Bambi and Big Louie, but it was clear that Bambi was no longer in the boss' good graces. He didn't want to see Bambi disappear like Mackenzie.
An idea formed...
Big Louie allowed himself to be drawn aside. "What is it Remmy?" he snapped, still glancing irritated looks over his shoulder towards Bambi and Slick.
"Things don't look like they're going to well with Bambi right now," he told Big Louis. "Maybe it's time for her to go," he suggested. "If she's not warming your bed, what's the point? She's not one of us."
Big Louie scratched his chin, considering Johnny's suggestion. "You might have something."
"Want me to take care of it?" Johnny pressed. All he needed was some sort of clue regarding where Big Louie's victims wound up...
Big Louie considered him for long moments and Johnny strove to appear nonchalant. Finally, Big Louie guffawed loudly and smacked Johnny in the shoulder. "It's good to see you so eager, Remmy, but that's what my enforcer is for. I'll speak with Tiny T."
Johnny nodded, his stomach roiling. Had he just sentenced the blonde bombshell to death? "It wouldn't be any trouble," Johnny assured him, pushing hard to retain some control over the situation. If he got the slightest hint that Bambi was in trouble, he would need to pull her out and the operation would be over. He'd never find Mackenzie. "Just hit me up if you need me."
Tiny T. just grunted and went back to eating.
Okay, so no small talk with this guy.
He glanced around to make sure no one was listening and started his questioning. "So, I think Big Louie is finally realizing that Bambi needs to go. Thank Plumbbob, huh?"
Tiny T. glanced up at him. "What Big Louie wants to do, Big Louie does. Ain't none of our business."
Johnny shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. She just drives me crazy - always hitting on me. Like I want Big Louie after my head!"
Tiny T. grunted in acknowledgement.
Armando was a dead man.
"That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" he ranted when Butterfingers tried to tell him about a documentary he'd watched. "Do you have rocks for brains?"
"N.. n.. no!" Butterfingers stuttered. "I'm just telling you what they said on Wild Discovery..."
"GAR!" Big Louie ranted, turning from his lackey, "I'm surrounded by a bunch of idiots!" When he turned, it put Slick right in his eyesight. Cocky bastard, Big Louis thought irritably.
Slick made himself sparse.
Johnny could feel Red's gaze on him as he worked on his logic skill, trying to unravel the case.
At first this had been on open and shut case. He'd get in and figure out if Big Louis had to do with Mackenzie's disappearance and then he'd get back out. But he'd been stuck here, going on 7 days, with little more information than he'd started.
Deciding he couldn't ignore Red any longer, he stood up. "What's up Red? You just like watching me play?"
Apparently, the long pause had been sufficient. Red narrowed her eyes, sensing his reticence. "But perhaps you prefer your compliments to come from big-busted blondes," she snapped.
Johnny watched her storm off uneasily. He didn't want to encourage Red's affections, but he didn't want her as an enemy either.
He needed to get the hell out of dodge.