Suckers - J.A. Konrath

Billy showed a bit of reluctance, so I smacked him again to help with his motivation.
It helped. He also gave me fresh batteries for the player.
“Now what?” he sniffled.
“Now we tell your parents.”
“Do we have to?”
“You’d prefer the cops?”
He shook his head. “No. No cops.”
“That blonde upstairs with the face like a snare drum, that your mom?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go have a talk with her.”
Mrs. Johansenn was perched in front of a sixty inch television, watching a soap.
“Nice TV. High definition?”
“Plasma.”
“Nice. Billy has something he wants to tell you.”
Billy stared at his shoes. “Mom, I bought an ad in the back of Famous Soldier Magazine,
and some lady gave me fifty thousand dollars to kill her husband.”
Mrs. Johansenn hit the mute button on the remote, shaking her head in obvious
disappointment.
“Billy, dammit, this is too much. You’re a hired killer?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“You’re father is going to have a stroke when he hears this.”
“Do we have to tell Dad?”
“Are you kidding?”
“I’m gave the money back.”
“Who are you?” Billy’s mom squinted at me.
“I’m Harry McGlade. I’m a private eye. I was hired to find Billy. Someone is trying to kill
him.”
Mrs. Johansenn rolled her eyes. “Oh, this gets better and better. I need to call Sal.”
“You husband?”
“My lawyer.”
“Ma’am, a lawyer isn’t going to do much to save Billy’s life, unless he’s standing between
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