Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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card for $260. The card had some tears and a few bends, but I’d stapled some mint leaves to it.<br />
Which I mentioned, in two point font, at the bottom of the listing. Some guys can’t take a joke.<br />
Next I checked my email, where I discovered I’d won the Irish lottery, inherited eighty<br />
million dollars from an unknown relative, and was asked to shuffle funds into my bank account<br />
from the President of Rwanda. They all got my standard response: enthusiastic replies with an<br />
attachment supposedly containing my routing number. The attachment really contained an email<br />
bomb, which once opened would bombard their computers with tens of thousands of naked<br />
pictures of actress Bea Arthur. I called it the Maude Virus.<br />
I had a bit of a hangover, my ass still hurt from where I’d fallen on my keys, and I was<br />
hungry. But the only food I had in the condo was that head of lettuce, which I wasn’t going to eat<br />
even if I were starving to death, so I changed into a slightly less dirty suit and hit the corner<br />
convenience store for an overpriced cup of joe, a dose of Advil, and a prepackaged cheese<br />
Danish.<br />
It was a gorgeous Chicago day, the sun shining, the lakeshore breeze blowing, the pigeons<br />
singing their lovely song. I leaned against the storefront window and called my client.<br />
“Hello?”<br />
“Is this Maxine Drawbridge?”<br />
“It’s Norma Cauldridge.”<br />
I rubbed my nose. “Hi, Maxine. It’s Harry McGlade. I need more money.”<br />
“Did you find something out, Mr. McGlade?”<br />
“I did. And it’s ugly. Real ugly. Plus, I was gravely injured during my surveillance.” I<br />
smiled at my unintentional pun, which was actually intentional. “I’m not going near him again<br />
without more cash.”<br />
“I’ve already paid you twelve hundred dollars.”<br />
My nose still itched, so I scratched it. On the inside.<br />
“I want double that. Think of it as an investment. When the lawyers see the dirt I’ve got on<br />
old Roy, you’ll take the freak for every dime he has.”<br />
I removed my finger, noted something gray and waxy stuck to the end. I’d been picking my<br />
nose for years, and this was the strangest booger I’d ever seen.<br />
“Who’s Roy?”<br />
“Whatever the hell his name is.”<br />
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