Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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winded and ready to get some work done.<br />
Chapter 3<br />
This chapter is even shorter than the last one.<br />
Chapter 4<br />
George Drawbridge worked as a teller for Oak Tree Bank. At a branch office. It was only<br />
three o’clock, and his wife told me he normally stayed until five, so I had plenty of time to grab a<br />
few beers first. Chicago is famous for its stuffed crust pizza, and I indulged in a small pie at a<br />
nearby joint and entertained myself by asking everyone who worked there if they made a lot of<br />
dough.<br />
An hour later, after they asked me to leave, I sat on the sidewalk across the street from the<br />
bank, hiding in plain sight by pretending I was homeless. This involved untucking my shirt and<br />
pockets, messing up my hair, and holding up a sign that said “I’m homeless” written on the back<br />
of the pizza box.<br />
Other possibilities had been, “Will do your taxes for food” and “I’m just plain lazy” and my<br />
favorite “this is a piece of cardboard.” But I went with brevity because I still didn’t have a<br />
pencil and had to write it in sauce.<br />
I sat there for a little over and hour before George Drawbridge appeared.<br />
He looked like the picture his wife gave me, which wasn’t a surprise because it was a picture<br />
of him. Balding, thin, pinkish complexion, with a nose so big it probably caused back problems.<br />
After exiting the bank he immediately went right, moving like he was in a huge hurry. I almost<br />
lost him, because it took over a minute to pick up the eighty-nine cents people had thrown onto<br />
the sidewalk next to me. But I managed to catch up just as he boarded a northbound bus to<br />
Wrigleyville.<br />
Unfortunately, the only seat left on the bus was next to George. So that’s where I parked my<br />
butt, because I sure as hell wasn’t going to stand if I didn’t have to.<br />
I gave him a small nod as I sat down.<br />
“I’m not following you,” I told him.<br />
George didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at me. His eyes were distant, out there. And up<br />
close I noticed his rosy skin tone wasn’t natural—he was sunburned. Only on the left side of his<br />
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