Suckers - J.A. Konrath

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“Hello, Mr. McGlade.” “Happy Roy?” “Yes. Stand up, slowly. Then turn around.” I followed instructions. Happy Roy held a four barreled COP .357, a nasty weapon that could do a lot of damage at close range. “How’d you get in?” I asked. “You gave a key to my wife, you moron. I took it from her last night, when she got home.” His face got mean. “After you slept with her.” “Technically, we didn’t do any sleeping.” The gun trembled in Happy Roy’s hand. “She’s in jail now, Mr. McGlade. Because of you.” “She wanted to kill you, Happy Roy. You should thank me.” “You idiot!” Spittle flew from his lips. “I wanted to kill her myself. With my own two hands. Now I have to get her out of jail before I can do it. Do you have any idea what Johnny Cochrane charges an hour?” “Whatever it is, you can afford it.” Happy Roy’s voice cracked. “I’m practically broke. Those damn claymation commercials are costing me a fortune, and no one is buying the tie-in products. I’ve got ten thousand Happy Roy t-shirts, moldering away in a warehouse. Plus the burger chains with their processed chicken strips are forcing me into bankruptcy.” “Those new Wendy’s strips are pretty good.” “Shut up! Put your hands over your head. No quick moves.” “What about you mansion? Can’t you sell that?” “It’s a rental.” “Really? Do you mind if I ask what you pay a month?” “Enough! We’re going for a ride, Mr. McGlade. I’m going to take you introduce you to one of our extra large deep fryers, up close and personal.” “You told me I could keep working with your wife.” “I said you could work with her, not set her up!” “Six of one, half a dozen of...” “I’m the Chicken King, goddammit! I’m an American icon! Nobody crosses me and gets 48
away with it! I’d had enough of the Chicken King’s crazy ranting, so I reached for the gun. Happy Roy tried to squeeze the trigger, but I easily yanked it away before he had the chance. “Let me give you a little lesson in firearms, Happy Roy. A COP .357 has a twenty pound trigger pull. Much too hard to fire for a guy with arthritis.” Happy Roy reached for his belt, fighting with the buckle. “You bastard! I’ll beat the fear of Happy Roy into you, you son of a bitch! No one crosses...” I tapped him on the head with his gun, and the Chicken King collapsed. After checking for a pulse, I went for the phone and dialed my Lieutenant friend. “Hi, Jack. Me again. Marietta Garbonzo’s husband just broke into my place, tried to kill me. Yeah, Happy Roy himself. No, he doesn’t look so happy right now. Can you send someone by? And can you make it quick? He’s bleeding all over my carpet, and I just had it cleaned. Thanks.” I hung up and stared down at the Chicken King, who was mumbling something into the carpet. “You say something, Happy Roy?” “I should have stayed single.” “No kidding,” I said. “Relationships can be murder.” 49
Page 2 and 3: SUCKERS by J.A. Konrath & Jeff Stra
Page 4 and 5: CONTENTS Introduction by Joe Konrat
Page 6 and 7: Suckers is a novella I co-wrote wit
Page 8 and 9: spillover, and there are some parts
Page 10 and 11: “Tell me a little about Marcus, M
Page 12 and 13: I checked my watch. 11:09. I attemp
Page 14 and 15: “Did you bring the money?” “I
Page 16 and 17: “Then I turn Julia into a set of
Page 18 and 19: “I’ll take those Tic-Tacs, too.
Page 20 and 21: He shook his head, terrified. “Sp
Page 22 and 23: your girl, or talked behind your ba
Page 24 and 25: was hard to tell under the jacket,
Page 26 and 27: "Is it just about the money, though
Page 28 and 29: —stopping a few inches from my no
Page 30 and 31: "I think there's one in the fridge.
Page 32 and 33: Mrs. Garbonzo had never been to a p
Page 34 and 35: She leaned down to kiss me. Not wan
Page 36 and 37: “If you stay out in the sun, the
Page 38 and 39: I considered hitting him again, but
Page 40 and 41: him and a bullet.” “So what the
Page 42 and 43: agger.” “A double-bagger?”
Page 44 and 45: maybe it was a den, and then I woun
Page 46 and 47: “Sorry. Had to check.” Marietta
Page 50 and 51: A BIT OF HALLOWEEN MAYHEM An Andrew
Page 52 and 53: "Hi, Roger," I said. My best friend
Page 54 and 55: Jarvis was still there, watching th
Page 56 and 57: "So would running through the Chamb
Page 58 and 59: said hi!" Roger and I got out of th
Page 60 and 61: yourself! Reveal your spectral pres
Page 62 and 63: Roger?" "Not me!" said Becky. "Not
Page 64 and 65: I walked slowly, carefully, making
Page 66 and 67: his knees. "I'm sorry," he said, gi
Page 68 and 69: The police never did find him. And
Page 70 and 71: “It’s my job to know, ma’am.
Page 72 and 73: face too, like Richard Dreyfuss in
Page 74 and 75: Why was I so edgy? Had my subconsci
Page 76 and 77: school actually existed. But it did
Page 78 and 79: seconds. When I finally reached the
Page 80 and 81: and a pair of eyes stared out at me
Page 82 and 83: I tried to pull away, but these mon
Page 84 and 85: how disgustingly horrible it was. I
Page 86 and 87: made my way to the exit before the
Page 88 and 89: card for $260. The card had some te
Page 90 and 91: like a Pepperidge Farm County Style
Page 92 and 93: “No.” I noticed she had some or
Page 94 and 95: air guitar, broke an air string, pu
Page 96 and 97: store. The knots were tight, expert
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I go to the cops, and you get put i
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Incredibly, he stopped. “What?”
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“Don’t be coy. This could be a
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Tim, who was my best friend in Ms.
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As we walked home from school, Roge
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"Then...I dunno, do something to de
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"He’s practicing for a play audit
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And then an answer: "Leave me alone
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this gentleman is sounding depresse
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"No?" Dennis asked. Roger shook his
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SUCKERS A Harry McGlade/Andrew Mayh
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she's the kind of person who would
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"I know she looks different," Phoeb
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"Neither do I. So my only alternati
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The man aimed his penlight back at
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ut this was the first one to take p
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starter cord. "You're at least goin
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"Honored, huh?" I said, though in m
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"Yes," somebody replied. My heart g
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let the ladies take what they wante
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with lunging fangs got a Moe-style
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Andrew "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Hee
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giggled with her. I, myself, did no
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If life were indeed like a box of c
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"I didn’t leave her! I was kidnap
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ag off the IV stand, and then plodd
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Correction #3: Dan didn't even have
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You know, Ann somebody, the one who
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- 10 - Harry "Keeeyaaaa!" I struck
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—Harrison Harold McGlade, Chicago
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Harry McGlade's stupidity saved his
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INTERVIEW Jeff Strand interviews Jo
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Jeff: Jim Varney is dead, and I’l
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Jeff: What about them? I’m not su
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Jeff: -and we’re out of time for
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Read the Andrew Mayhem series by Je
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