Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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“Why do you want my dog?”<br />
“Does it matter?”<br />
“Of course it does. I don’t want you to shoot me, but I also don’t want to hand over my dog<br />
to a homicidal maniac.”<br />
“I’m not a homicidal maniac.”<br />
“You’re wearing a ski mask in ninety degree weather, hopping from one foot to the other<br />
like some kind of monkey.”<br />
“I had too much soda. Give me the damn leash.”<br />
She handed me the damn leash. So far so good.<br />
“Okay. You just stand right here, and count to a thousand before you go back inside, or else<br />
I’ll shoot you.”<br />
“Aren’t you leaving?”<br />
“Yeah.”<br />
“Not to second-guess you, Mr. Dognapper, but how can you shoot me, if you’ve already<br />
gone?”<br />
Know-it-all.<br />
“I think you need a bit more blush on your cheeks. There are some folks in Wisconsin who<br />
can’t see it from there.”<br />
Her lips down turned. With the all the lipstick, they looked like two cartoon hot dogs.<br />
“This is Max Factor.”<br />
“I won’t tell Max if you don’t. Now start counting.”<br />
I was out of there before she got to ‘6.’<br />
* * *<br />
After I got back to my office, I took care of some personal business, washed my hands, and<br />
called the client. He agreed to come right over.<br />
“Mr. McGlade, I can’t tell you how... oh, yuck.”<br />
“Watch where you’re stepping. Marcus decided to mark his territory.”<br />
Thorpe made an unhappy face, then he took off his shoe and left it by the door.<br />
“Mr. McGlade, thank you for... yuck.”<br />
“He’s marked a couple spots. I told you to watch out.”<br />
He removed the other shoe.<br />
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