Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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“Only one way to find out.”<br />
I picked up the phone.<br />
* * *<br />
“Ms. Cummings? I have your dog.”<br />
“I know. I watched you steal him an hour ago.”<br />
For someone who looked like a mime, she was sure full of comments.<br />
“If you’d like your dog back, we can make a deal.”<br />
“Is my little Poopsie okay? Are you taking care of her?”<br />
“She’s fine. I can see why you call her Poopsie.”<br />
“Does Miss Julia still have the trots? Poor thing.”<br />
I stared at the land mines dotting my floor. “Yeah. I’m all broken up about it.”<br />
“Make sure she eats well. Only braised liver and the leanest pork.”<br />
Julia was currently snacking on a tuna sandwich I’d dropped under the desk sometime last<br />
week.<br />
“I’ll do that. Look, I want to make a trade.”<br />
I had to play it cool here, if she knew I knew about Marcus, she’d know Thorpe was the one<br />
who hired me.<br />
“What kind of trade?”<br />
“I don’t want a female dog. I want a male.”<br />
“Did Vincent Thorpe hire you?”<br />
Dammit.<br />
“Uh, never heard of him.”<br />
“Mr. Thorpe claims I have his dog, Marcus. But the last time I saw Marcus was at an AKC<br />
show last April. I have no idea where his dog is.”<br />
“That’s not how he tells it.”<br />
Nice, Harry. I tried to regroup.<br />
“Look, Cummings, you have twelve hours to come up with a male dog. I also want sixty<br />
dollars, cash.”<br />
Thorpe nudged me and mouthed, “Sixty dollars?”<br />
I put my hand over the mouthpiece. “Carpet cleaning.”<br />
“I don’t know if I can find a male dog in just 12 hours, Mr. Dognapper.”<br />
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