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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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