Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
and a pair of eyes stared out at me, and whoever belonged to those eyes asked for a password.<br />
“Tom sent me,” I said.<br />
“That’s not the password.”<br />
“Tom didn’t say there was a password.”<br />
“Tom who?”<br />
“Tom,” I improvised, “from Accounting.”<br />
“How is Tom?”<br />
“Good. Just got over a cold, still kind of congested.”<br />
“It’s great you know Tom, but I’m not supposed to let you in without a password.”<br />
I was tempted to give him a Three Stooges eye poke through the slot.<br />
“Look,” I reasoned, “why else would I be down here?”<br />
“I have no idea. Maybe you got lost.”<br />
“I’m wearing the robe.” I did a little sashay to emphasize the fact.<br />
“Maybe you’re a cop.”<br />
“I’m not a cop.”<br />
“How do I know that?”<br />
“Because I don’t have a badge. You want to frisk me to check?”<br />
“No. You smell like pee-pee.”<br />
I set my jaw. “Doesn’t anyone ever forget the password?”<br />
The eyes shrugged. “Sure. Happens all the time.”<br />
“So what happens then?”<br />
“I ask them for the back-up password.”<br />
I drew my Magnum, jammed it in the slot.<br />
“Is the back-up password open the fucking door or I’ll blow your head off?”<br />
“Yep that’s the password.”<br />
He opened the door. I considered smacking password boy in the head, and it seemed like a<br />
good idea, so I gave him a little love tap with the butt of my pistol. When he fell over, I gave him<br />
another little love tap in the stomach, with my foot. This made my ass hurt even more, so I<br />
kicked him again, which hurt even more, so I kicked him again for causing me pain, and again,<br />
and again until the pain got so bad I had to stop, but I didn’t, I kicked him once more.<br />
Then I wandered through a short hallway and into a large open area, roughly the size of<br />
80