Carter flashed his badge. “Hello, Dexter. Remember me?” The man’s face flashed with anger. “I told you it’s Nutter Butter.” “Because that’s better than Dexter?” I asked. “That’s my stage name and it’s what I prefer,” Dexter said. “What the heck kind of fighting name is Nutter Butter?” Gertie asked. “Last name’s Nutters,” he said. “And I like the cookies. You got a problem with that?” “Your name is Dexter Nutters?” I asked. Ida Belle shook her head. “No wonder you’re a fighter.” “And angry,” Gertie said. “Don’t forget angry.”
