Michael Malone - Weebly

"Listen, Otto, I hear you went out and got our
water supply checked." Hayes grinned. "Got a story for
me? You don't still think somebody poisoned Pauline
Hedgerow, do you?"
Scaper shook a vast paw at the editor.
"Goddamnit, don't get facetious with me, Alvis, I won't
stand for it. I loved that gal. Hell's bells, man, dying's
more than a column in a damn newspaper. I swear I
think you fellows would film them sweeping up your
mother's brains off the highway if the wreck was big
enough to make it onto the six o'clock news. What a
verminous profession you got yourself into."
"I don't know that yours has got much luster left to
polish either.
But I'm sorry if I sounded facetious, I didn't mean it
that way."
"Well, all that booze has soured your insides, that's
all. Gimme one of your cigarettes. This goddamn thing
tastes like a bedpan."
The doctor threw his cigar butt across the room into
a trash can.
"So? What about our water?"