DJ, Kat trapped on banks of Bayou St. John

Another week of Pay Dirt and over 1,200 followers on Twitter. Thanks again, Everyone.

Here’s a recap of what happened this week…

Another New Orleans sunrise. DJ, wet and cold on the banks of Bayou St. John, woke to the whine of a motorcycle growing louder.

The motor cut-off on the other side of the garbage barrels where DJ hid. He'd seen cops on beaches in Biloxi, but never on the bayou.

Peering between the barrels, he saw shiny, black boots digging into the mud and sand, moving closer. A shadow grew overhead. DJ peeked at the boots again.

Boots with high heels.

DJ stood slowly.

"I thought we we're going to the swamp?" Kat LeRouge said, hands on hips, a smirk on her face.

"But how did you find me—what about the cops?"

"Here." Kat threw him a black Louie Armstrong hoodie. "Take that red shit off. I was on the dome's second level and watched you all the way here."

DJ looked up at the sky, then Kat. They both heard it, a helicopter coming fast.

Kat jabbed his shoulder with three purple fingernails. "Get on the bike, Dildo."

“I’ve been thinking, Kat. We should give-up, before they kill us. NOPD’s got snipers now.”

"Look, I changed my clothes. They don't know we got the bike. Change your friggin’ hoodie and we're home free."

"I can’t. This ain't no dollar store hoodie. This baby's a G-Unit classic."

Kat pulled a bottle of purple nail polish from her bag and removed the cap. "You gonna do your nails now?" DJ asked.

Kat flicked her wrist and splattered polish across the sleeve of DJ's G-Unit classic. "Now, dump that gangster crap, so we can get the hell outta here."

For those just joining the party, here’s what we’ve been doing: In the tradition of the fast-production pulps of old, we’ve got a wild plot and some zany, but dangerous characters, and through Twitter and Facebook, readers are giving me hints, helping me create a crime fiction short story in posts of less than 140 characters.

Our plot again:  When Wild Child Kat LeRouge hooks up with Bad Boy DJ Ponchatoula, they find out the hard way that some New Orleans cab drivers carry guns. Desperate for safer income, Kat decides to blackmail a crooked Louisiana politician—a scheme that brings this modern day Bonnie and Clyde face to face with CIA Black-Ops Baddie Bobby Grim.

Next installments on Twitter and Facebook tomorrow.