Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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with the taurine, the drink apparently contained a full day’s supply of irony.<br />
I stood up and shook out my pants legs.<br />
“Get a grip, McGlade. And stop talking to yourself. You always know what you’re going to<br />
say anyway.”<br />
I took three or ten deep breaths, holstered my weapon, and then set out looking for George.<br />
I had no idea that in just two minutes I was going to die.<br />
Chapter 5<br />
I didn’t actually die. I’m lying to make the story more exciting, because this part is sort of<br />
slow.<br />
It starts to pick up in Chapter 8. Trust me, it’s worth the wait. There’s sodomy.<br />
Chapter 6<br />
It was a fruitless search, but that didn’t matter—I wasn’t looking for fruit. After a few<br />
minutes, I’d found him. He’d given me the slip by cleverly disguising himself as a group of three<br />
bawling women. Closer inspection, and some grab ass, revealed they really were women after<br />
all. I did my “pretend to be blind and deaf” act and stumbled away before any of them called the<br />
police or their lawyers.<br />
Luckily, I caught sight of an undisguised George heading into the mausoleum. I never liked<br />
mausoleums. Burying the dead was bad enough. Putting them in the walls was just begging for<br />
mice to move in. And not the kind of mice who wear red pants and open up amusement parks.<br />
I’m talking about dirty, vicious, baby-face-eating mice, the size of rats.<br />
Actually, I’m talking about rats.<br />
Speaking of non-sequiturs, I really needed to take another leak. The mausoleum was decentsized,<br />
with a few hundred vaults stacked four high. Well lit, temperature controlled, silk plants<br />
next to marble benches every twenty feet. It was the kind of place that would have a bathroom, I<br />
thought, while pissing on one of the silk plants. The pot it was in wasn’t any realer than the plant,<br />
because all of my piss leaked out the bottom. I stepped over the puddle and commenced the<br />
search.<br />
One of the techniques they teach you in private eye school is how to conduct a search, I bet.<br />
I have no idea, because I didn’t go to private eye school. I wasn’t even sure that private eye<br />
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