Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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“I’ll call you in exactly two hours. If you don’t hear from me, I want you to call Lt.<br />
Jacqueline Daniels in District 26 and tell her where I am. Tell her it’s an emergency. Did you get<br />
that?”<br />
“Yeah. Is that apple juice?”<br />
I glanced at my pee bottle.<br />
“Yeah. But it’s warm.”<br />
“I have ice in the house.”<br />
“Help yourself.”<br />
She took the piss, and I started the car and drove off. Little did I know I was about to face<br />
the darkest moment of my entire career. A moment so dark, that had I known it was coming, I<br />
would have done something else instead, like see a movie, or go to the zoo and bang on the<br />
windows in the monkey house. But I didn’t know what was going to happen, because I couldn’t<br />
predict the future, because if I could I would have predicted the lottery numbers and been superrich<br />
and never would have needed the money that caused me to go to that house in Streeterville,<br />
which was the darkest moment of my entire career. So that’s where I went. Unbeknownst to me.<br />
In hindsight, I really shouldn’t have gone.<br />
Chapter 12 aka The Darkest Moment Of My Career<br />
So I had no idea I was heading into the darkest moment of my career, but I went anyway.<br />
Before going there, however, I stopped for red hots at Fat Louie’s Red Hots on Clark and got a<br />
dog with the works. It was terrible, and I have really low standards. In my humble opinion, hot<br />
dogs shouldn’t have veins. Or anything resembling a foreskin. I could barely choke the third one<br />
down.<br />
Uncomfortably sated, I pressed onward to Phil’s parent’s house. The house was unassuming<br />
enough. Split-level, single family, red brick exterior. There was an oak tree out front, and a<br />
chainlink fence partitioning off the tiny backyard. I parked on the street, then took out my remote<br />
control surveillance tank. After double-checking the batteries, servos, memory card, remote<br />
sensor, camera focus, tread alignment, and wireless frequency, I gingerly set the tank down in<br />
the street and a taxi ran it over.<br />
Damn taxi jerks. I decided to charge it to Mrs. Drawbridge’s bill.<br />
My next course of action was to figure out my next course of action. I played a little more<br />
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