Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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WHELP WANTED<br />
A Harry McGlade Mystery by JA <strong>Konrath</strong><br />
I was halfway through a meatball sandwich when a man came into my office and offered me<br />
money to steal a dog.<br />
A lot of money.<br />
“Are you an animal lover, Mr. McGlade?”<br />
“Depends on the animal. And call me Harry.”<br />
He offered his hand. I stuck out mine, and watched him frown when he noticed the marinara<br />
stains. He abruptly pulled back, reaching instead into the inner pocket of his blazer. The suit he<br />
wore was tailored and looked expensive, and his skin was tanned to a shade only money can buy.<br />
“This is Marcus.” His hand extended again, holding a photograph. “He’s a Shar-pei.”<br />
Marcus was one of those unfortunate Chinese wrinkle dogs, the kind that look like a great<br />
big raisin with fur. He was light brown, and his face had so many folds of skin that his eyes were<br />
completely covered.<br />
I bet the poor pooch walked into a lot of walls.<br />
“Cute,” I said, because the man wanted to hire me.<br />
“Marcus is a champion show dog. He’s won four AKC competitions. Several judges have<br />
commented that he’s the finest example of the breed they’ve ever seen.”<br />
I wanted to say something about Marcus needing a good starch and press, but instead<br />
inquired about the dog’s worth.<br />
“With the winnings, and stud fees, he’s worth upwards of ten thousand dollars.”<br />
I whistled. The dog was worth more than I was.<br />
“So, what’s the deal, Mr...”<br />
“Thorpe. Vincent Thorpe. I’m willing to double your usual fee if you can get him back.”<br />
I took another bite of meatball, wiped my mouth on my sleeve, and leaned back in my<br />
swivel chair. The chair groaned in disapproval.<br />
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