Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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"No?" Dennis asked.<br />
Roger shook his head and stepped in front of me. "No. I’m not scared of you. You’re a lousy<br />
actor. In fact, you suck."<br />
I couldn’t believe it! Roger, who I’d met for the very first time that same day, was placing<br />
himself between me and a madman with a butcher knife!<br />
I was in awe.<br />
This was somebody I could imagine sharing a friendship with until the end of my years.<br />
I mean, what a brilliant freakin’ end to the whole joke!<br />
Dennis let out a well-acted scream of primal rage and ran toward us. He shoved Roger out of<br />
the way, knocking him into the refrigerator so hard that—<br />
—that it couldn’t have been faked.<br />
He swung the knife at me.<br />
Holy shit!<br />
I moved out of the way and the blade sliced across my chest. It hurt about as much as I<br />
would’ve expected a butcher knife cutting my chest to hurt. My feet slipped out from under me<br />
and I landed on my butt. As Dennis raised the knife, I wished that I’d never seen any amusement<br />
value in clumsy baby dropping.<br />
I kicked Dennis in the shin, hard.<br />
He shouted something obscene, loud.<br />
And then Roger tackled him. As the two of them engaged in a fierce struggle, I kicked<br />
Dennis in the opposite shin. He cried out, lost his balance, dropped the knife, struck his head on<br />
the counter, and fell to the floor, unconscious.<br />
Roger took a moment to catch his breath. "Are you okay?" he asked.<br />
"Eeep," I said, gaping at the butcher knife that now protruded from my leg.<br />
Roger crouched down next to me. "Is it deep?"<br />
"Eeep."<br />
Roger yanked the knife out. It had only gone in about half an inch, but it still really hurt.<br />
"We need to make a pact," Roger told me. He pressed his finger to the wound on my leg. "A<br />
blood pact, that no matter what, we will never, ever, ever tell anybody in the entire world that we<br />
wet our pants."<br />
"Agreed," I said, shaking his bloody hand.<br />
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