Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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"Neither do I. So my only alternative is to knock you out. Now stand up so I can hit you on<br />
the head again."<br />
He didn’t move.<br />
"Would you prefer me shooting you?"<br />
Slowly, molasses slowly, he got to his knees. I might have felt sorry for the guy, but the<br />
sympathy gene skipped a generation.<br />
I reared back and cracked him a good one on the noggin, which made a sound like a belt<br />
being snapped. He teetered over and ate the lawn.<br />
I watched him for a full minute. No movement. But he may have been faking<br />
unconsciousness to discourage me from smacking him again. Some people are savvy like that.<br />
"You awake?" I asked.<br />
No answer.<br />
"Look, I have to know for sure, so right now I’m going to stomp as hard as I can on your<br />
gonads. I’m sure you understand."<br />
I raised a foot and watched him shift slightly.<br />
"Aspirin..." he groaned. "Plentiful aspirin..."<br />
I sighed. Hitting him again might kill him. Plus, my arm was getting tired.<br />
"Get your ass up. We're switching to Plan B."<br />
The guy took his time getting to his feet, wobbling a little in the process.<br />
"Okay, Saucy. Use the pry bar to break into the house."<br />
"Me?"<br />
"You see anyone else out here?"<br />
He blinked. Then he blinked again. "Why don't you do the manual labor on your own<br />
felony?"<br />
"I’ve got to hold the gun."<br />
"No problem. You can let me hold the gun."<br />
I faked another strike at his head, and when he flinched I stomped on his foot, heel first.<br />
"Put down the goddamn sauce and grab the crowbar. You’re pissing me off."<br />
He obeyed.<br />
"Make sure it’s in the jamb really good, then put some weight on it."<br />
The door moaned in protest, then popped open. I shined the penlight inside, but it wasn’t<br />
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