Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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aforethought and misdemeanor prejudicial something, rampart.”<br />
My knowledge of cop lingo didn’t galvanize him into action.<br />
“Climb up the slide? How?”<br />
“Hands and knees, old man.”<br />
“I’ll get all dirty.”<br />
“You’re a janitor.”<br />
“I’m a caretaker.”<br />
“You clean up in a cemetery. Dirt shouldn’t bother you.”<br />
The flashlight moved off of my face and swept the area.<br />
“What is this place? Some sort of secret lower level under the mausoleum?”<br />
I spat again. “No duh.”<br />
“Look, there’s a crate.”<br />
Old caretaker guy waddled over to the wooden TAKE ONE box, opened the top, and pulled<br />
out a brown robe.<br />
“I guess we’re supposed to take the robes.”<br />
“Obviously.”<br />
I walked over, grabbing a robe for myself. It was made out of felt, and had a large hood. A<br />
monk’s robe. Or rather, a store-bought Halloween monk’s costume.<br />
Old caretaker guy put his on, and as he was tugging it over his head I gave him a Crazy<br />
Hamster Elbow to the chin. He went down, hopefully in need of some facial reconstructive<br />
surgery. I scooped up his flashlight, located my keys, and limped down the tunnel.<br />
I followed the path a few dozen yards into the darkness, ducking overhead beams when they<br />
appeared overhead, keeping an eye peeled for rats, and giant spiders, and that guy I was<br />
supposed to be following, I think his name was Fred or George or something common and only<br />
one syllable. Maybe Tom. Yeah, Tom.<br />
No, it was Fred.<br />
The air down here was cool and heavy and smelled like asparagus piss, but for the most part<br />
it was clean. That meant ventilation, either in the form of an exit, or an air osmosis recirculator,<br />
and I’m pretty sure that osmosis thing didn’t exist because I just made it up.<br />
The tunnel ended at a large metal door, the kind with a slot at eye-level that opened up so<br />
some moron could ask you for a password. Which is exactly what happened. The slot opened,<br />
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