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50<br />
<strong>Douglas</strong> A Van Belle<br />
Slag looked at her, looked into her eyes with the intensity that only a psychotic<br />
could muster and said, “Thunder.”<br />
“What?” she asked as she started to slide off the chair.<br />
“You were thinking that Mitchell isn’t the name of a linebacker, but Thunder<br />
Mitchell Fairmont is.”<br />
Instead of lots of running and screaming, she glanced at me, smirking.<br />
“Thunder?”<br />
“Hey, at least I got Mom’s maiden name for a middle name and didn’t end up with<br />
something really stupid like Slag Thrust Fairmont?”<br />
“At least it wasn’t Ford.” She still didn’t relax, but she finally did sit on the damn<br />
chair.<br />
“Fairlane. The car’s a Fairlane,” I said. I didn’t offer the fact that we had just left<br />
the decrepit remains of a 1978 Ford Fairlane station wagon grazing in the lot outside.<br />
“But we do live near Freemont.”<br />
She almost smiled.<br />
“I take it you have a name?” I said.<br />
She looked at me a long moment, then said, “Susan. Susan Louise Johnson.”<br />
“A nice normal name,” I said. “Be sure to thank your mom on Mother’s Day.”<br />
“Her parents are dead,” Slag hissed at me as if I should have known better than<br />
mention her mother.<br />
Susan was off the chair and I actually had to jump to get between her and the<br />
door.<br />
“So you’ve got me all scouted out, huh?” Susan was wavering at that point just<br />
short of yelling. The intensity was there, but not the volume. “Got my credit report,<br />
sister’s name…”<br />
“You don’t have a sister,” Slag chimed in.<br />
Susan ignored him. “…traffic tickets, my permanent record from elementary<br />
school, every detail you could find and now you think you can work me?”<br />
“It’s the way that you work people that interests us.”<br />
That stopped her.<br />
“Who the hell are you?” she hissed.<br />
“Hard to say,” I said. “Something somewhere between Aquaman on The<br />
Superfriends and that monkey that uses sign language.”<br />
“Chimps are not monkeys,” Slag said.<br />
Susan scowled at us so hard it went past ugly and started to look almost cute.<br />
“We’ve got a business proposition for you. That’s it, I swear. Just give me a few<br />
minutes to make the pitch and you can decide if you ever see us again.”<br />
“It’s not like you’re thinking,” Slag said, trying way too hard to be reassuring.<br />
I frantically waved at Slag, trying to get him to shut up before he chased her away,<br />
but she was waiting, silently demanding more.<br />
“The cops, or a cop who is sort of a friend, sometimes hires us to generate leads,”<br />
I said.<br />
“I’m psychic,” Slag said suddenly.<br />
It took everything I had not to smack Slag with the big glass full of red slush I<br />
was still holding. I had yelled at him often enough that he knew better than to say