Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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“You work for Roy Garbonzo.”<br />
“An excellent deduction, sir. A drink?”<br />
“Uh—whiskey, rocks.”<br />
“Would you care to have it in the parlor, sir, or would you prefer to remain squatting in the<br />
Neidersachen?”<br />
“I thought it was a hydrangea.”<br />
“It’s a hydrangea Neidersachen, sir.”<br />
“It’s pretty,” I said. “But I think I’ll take that drink inside.”<br />
“Very good, sir.”<br />
I extricated myself from the Neidersachen, brushed off some clinging leaves, and followed<br />
Jeeves through the tiled foyer, through the carpeted library, and into the parlor, which had wood<br />
floors and an ornate Persian rug big enough to park a bus on.<br />
“Please have a seat, sir. Mr. Garbonzo will be with your shortly. Were you planning on<br />
shooting him?”<br />
“Excuse me?”<br />
“You’re holding a gun, sir.”<br />
I glanced down at my hand, still clenched around my Magnum.<br />
“Sorry. Forgot.”<br />
I holstered the .44 and sat in a high backed leather chair, which was so plush I sank four<br />
inches. Waddles returned with my whiskey, and I sipped it and stared at the paintings hanging on<br />
the walls. One in particular caught my interest, of a nude woman eating grapes.<br />
“Admiring the Degas?” a familiar voice boomed from behind.<br />
I turned and saw Happy Roy the vicious misogynist psycho, all five foot two inches of him,<br />
walking up to me. He wore an expensive silk suit, but like most old men the waist was too high,<br />
making him seem more hunched over than he actually was. On his feet were slippers, and his<br />
glasses had black plastic frames and looked thick enough to stop a bullet.<br />
“Her name is Degas?” I asked. “Silly name for a chick.”<br />
He held out his hand and I shook it, noticing his knuckles were swollen and bruised.<br />
“Degas is the painter, Mr. McGlade. My business advisors thought it was a good investment.<br />
Do you like it?”<br />
“Not really. She’s got too much in back, not enough up front, and her face is a double-<br />
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