|Review: Body Work, by Sara Paretsky
||[Aug. 30th, 2011|02:32 pm]
A Book Club For The Obsessive Reader
Body Work by Sara Paretsky:|
"This older guy, he's kind of crude, and he can't keep his hands to himself. So first I kidded him, you know, going, 'Whoa, buster, seems like your fingers kind of forgot curfew. Better tell 'em to stay home where they belong.' Well, that was like slapping a whale with a goldfish -- totally useless. So the next time I kicked him good on the shin, and he talked to Olympia, and she came to me and said I couldn't go around kicking customers. So I explained what happened, and she said, Are you sure? And I said, I know what a hand feels like when it's inside my pants, and she said, if I overlooked it, there'd be something extra in my pay envelope. But--"
"Quit." I said flatly "If Olympia is running drugs -- and a bar is a perfect Laundromat for drug money -- you don't want to be there when the cops shut her down. And if she's pimping for some sleazoid, you need to run for the exit."
"I will if I have to. But Vic, it's almost four hundred a week in tips I'm getting there, pretty much tax-free. And my day job, I don't know how much longer they'll keep me on. Would you -- I know it's a lot to ask, but could you--"
"What, shoot him?"
Synopsis: VI Warshawski might be getting old and finally reaping some of the karmic payback of her terrible twenties and thirties, but that doesn't mean she doesn't still know how to party, social justice-style.
( My vote, as the reader, was for shooting.Collapse )