Suckers - J.A. Konrath

Harry McGlade's stupidity saved his life.
And mine.
For that, I will be forever in his debt.
I spent the rest of the evening being questioned by the police. And so ended my adventure.
- The End -
* * *
Andrew,
Just finished reading the manuscript. Did I really say all that shit? Wow. That was some
good morphine. I'll have to get the recipe.
I know that Chad said to let you finish it up and not make any suggestions, but c'mon, what
fun is it to end the story with you being questioned by the police? Look, we faced death together,
and all I'm asking is that you forget about logic for a few paragraphs and give this thing a snappy
ending. Maybe some Nazi's bust in, and we kick their asses, and then get drunk. Make them girl
Nazis, with big cans. Or we could just go with what I originally wrote. Uwe Boll said it was
brilliant.
At the very least, let's exchange some sort of macho camaraderie Lethal Weapon banter.
Maybe you're so grateful I saved your life that you hug me.
It might also be funny if your fly was open, and you zipped up real fast and got your nuts
caught in your zipper. I know that didn't happen, but man, that would be sweet!
Think it over.
Your pal,
Harry
* * *
Harry and I walked away from the burning house, our faces lit by the eerie glow.
"You're a good man, Mayhem," he said.
"You're a..." I winced as the word tried desperately to avoid coming out of my mouth,
"...good man, too, McGlade."
"Best of luck in the future."
"You too."
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