Suckers - J.A. Konrath

And make sure it's Candi with an "i". They have a Candy with a "y" there, and I'm not into
that weirdo enema stuff.
Kisses,
Harry
P.S.: On second thought, send them both.
* * *
Andrew,
Harry and I had a nice long phone conversation after I e-mailed him the ultimatum. I realize
that he's not the easiest person to get along with, but he does understand that keeping his advance
money is contingent upon both of you submitting a publishable final product. So you shouldn't
have any more problems. Keep me in the loop.
Yours truly,
Chad
* * *
"Wow, those are some sharp-ass teeth!" said Harry, pointing at one of the cops.
The cops smiled. One of them pressed the button on the side of his walkie-talkie. "Just a
party that got a bit loud," he said. "We're breaking it up right now." He replaced the walkie-talkie
on his belt.
"So...uh, when you say 'breaking it up,' does that mean you're going to arrest the bad guys,
or am I pretty much screwed?" I asked.
"The second one," said the cop.
"That's what I figured. The fangs sort of clued me in."
"I like hamburgers," Harry said.
The cops looked at each other, then at me. "What's his problem?"
"He's drugged up. And stupid. Just ignore him, unless you're looking for somebody to kill
first."
The cops grinned. "Ignore the inspiration for Fatal Autonomy? Not likely. You, on the other
hand, are going into the Pit."
I did not weep at this.
But I wanted to.
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