Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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"So we're going to call the cops, right?" I asked.<br />
"I'm thinking no."<br />
"Then can we at least get out of here? I'm not real comfortable hanging around a dead<br />
body."<br />
"What part of the corpse is bothering you? Is it the ripped-out throat? I bet it's the ripped-out<br />
throat."<br />
"I take it that 'respect for the dead' is not a phrase you use on a regular basis?"<br />
He titled his head. "You know, if I look at the wound on an angle, it reminds me of a<br />
stripper I know."<br />
I amended my "complete asshole" assessment to include the words "from hell."<br />
"So this is where we part ways, slowly drift apart, and eventually fail to keep in touch<br />
altogether, right?" I asked.<br />
"No dice, Andrew Moron. We gotta search the place. I’m looking for a girl, not a naked<br />
dead guy."<br />
I glanced at the corpse and slapped a hand over my mouth. "Oh, God..."<br />
"What?"<br />
"There's a roach crawling out of his mouth..." I dropped to all fours and dry heaved.<br />
Harry shook his head. "I thought you Florida guys were cool with roaches. You call them<br />
palmetto bugs, right? It was probably laying eggs in his—"<br />
I spun around and threw a punch that struck him in the stomach. He let out a loud<br />
"oooomph!" as he staggered backwards a step, tripped over the dead hand, and then landed buttfirst<br />
on the corpse. The sound was unbelievably disgusting and does not warrant a phonetic<br />
description.<br />
"Aaahhhhh!!!" Harry cried out in a most refreshing sissy-like manner. I punched him in the<br />
face, knocking him flat on his back. His butt remained seated on the corpse. The gun remained in<br />
his hand.<br />
He sat up a bit and pointed the gun at me. I was pretty sure that Harry McGlade was the kind<br />
of guy who would indeed shoot an innocent person such as myself, so I dove at him before he<br />
could pull the trigger.<br />
I landed on top of him and we struggled frantically for control of the weapon. Punches were<br />
thrown. Head-butts were exchanged. Obscenities were uttered. I'd been in vicious fights before,<br />
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