Harley had been doing a good deal of thinking about the wild child she’d met in the park. Firekeeper. It’d been some time since she’d exercised the psychological muscles that had made up her former career, and it felt both like a step forward and a leap back to do so now. It was a life she’d left behind, but now she was approaching it on her own terms. And she wanted to check this sitch out further.
First step was finding the kid again. Which shouldn’t be all that tough. She’d told Harley where she hung out and that she lived in a house. With a detective, but that wasn’t exactly a deterrent. If anything, it helped her find the place faster, having a name like that. The address that was giving was across the City from where she was, but Harley knew full well that it could be no more than a block in actual travel distance. The place was fun that way.
But if she was going all the way across the City, she certainly wasn’t walking. It took no time at all to boost the classic Caddy with the plush interior. Nothing drove like a V-8, and Harley took advantage of all eight cylinders. Her foot mashed down even harder on the accelerator when she discovered the cassette tape in the car stereo was a Best of Elvis collection. Belting out Devil in Disguise along with the King, Harley barreled across the City at breakneck speeds.
A few hours later, she was crooning Love Me Tender for the fourth time and wondering where the hell she was, because she was just not finding this house today. Then, suddenly, there it was. Harley circled the block once, then parked only two streets over, hoping the place wouldn’t move between now and when she got there. A mad dash proved that it hadn’t, and she stood there staring at the building, trying to figure out how she was getting in.
Front door was right out. So was the back door. There was always the chance the fuzz was at home, and that wasn’t… Then she paused, realizing that she was wearing street clothes today, and there was nothing about her that would make a cop suspicious. She was just a nice little blond girl coming to talk to her new friend. Yeah. That was a good angle.
Plastering her most becoming smile on her face, Harley raised her hand and knocked. It was a novel approach, but it just might work.