Butterfingers had been ecstatic to brag to him that he'd slept in the same bed as Bambi. His friend hadn't even finished crowing when Slick stalked off to find Bambi.
Bambi sighed. "Slick, you know that would be suicide. If Big Louis caught us in bed together..." she let her thought trail off.
Bambi leaned in closer and whispered, "Besides, if we were ever in bed together, we wouldn't be sleeping."
"You big knucklehead!" she heard him yell at Tiny T. "You mixed the chemicals wrong!"
"You know how much money you just wasted?!" Big Louis demanded. "I should make you off yourself!"
"Oh, Slick, you know we can't!" Bambi giggled and lightly tapped Slick's bare chest. Distracted, she lightly caressed the spot. On second thought, she told herself...
Bambi shook her head quickly. "No, Big Louie. We were just talking."
Slick paled and held his hands up in supplication. "Anything you say, Big Louie."
Then, he saw her.
"Did anyone see you slip out?" he demanded.
"No, Big Louie," she promised.
She took a breath and paused. "So all in all, they're still all suspect."
"Of course, sir," Bambi replied, coolly professional. "I have no interest in Slick, or any of the other men, outside of this investigation."
"See that it stays that way," he snapped.
Butterfingers nervously glanced at her. "Er, umm... just watching some sports, ma'am. I can change the channel if you like." His palms starting sweating when she looked at him.
Bambi shrugged. "That's okay," she said nonchalantly.
He couldn't stand it anymore, Butterfingers thought, his fingers clenched on his legs. "I can't sleep with you again!" he blurted loudly. Armando glanced over at the couple in surprise.
Clearing his throat, Butterfingers explained in a calmer tone, "Miss Red told me that I need to remember my place. I don't want Big Louie getting mad at me."
"It was nothing," Bambi said, reaching for his hand where it sat on his upper thigh. Butterfingers squirmed. "We're friends, right?"
"That's right, m.. m... ma'am," he stuttered, trying unsuccessfully to pull his hand away. "Just friends."
Butterfingers looked around and then leaned close to Bambi. "I'm not one to tell stories, but I saw Armando heading outside one day. When I looked out the window, he was playing in a puddle. Now that is mighty suspicious!"
Butterfingers scratched his head under his hat. "I don't rightly know, ma'am. It's all a kerfuffle. Maybe there isn't a snitch. Maybe there's just a seed planted somewhere."
Bambi blinked in confusion. "A seed?" she asked.
"Yeah, you know. A listening device."
Butterfingers scratched his head again. "I'm not sure. Why would they plant a bug. It'd make more sense to plant a seed."
Bambi giggled and playfully swatted at Butterfingers, changing the topic. A bug, no there was something they hadn't considered before.
Behind them, Johnny watched. A bug, no there was a thought that might come in handy.
"See that it doesn't," Johnny snapped.