Cold air was coming out of the freezer, felt good on my face, but Albie’s smell? Not good. Bernie put his hand on Albie’s neck. Bernie has beautiful hands – I must have mentioned that before, but it’s worth mentioning again. Suzie also has beautiful hands. Cedric Booker, the Valley DA has the biggest hands I’ve ever seen, and he’s a pretty good patter, although not in the class of Tulip or Autumn, these very nice young ladies who work for Livia Moon in her house of ill-repute, whatever that was. Cedric starred in basketball for Valley College, could have gone pro, Bernie says, except he couldn’t play with his back to the basket. But there are two baskets, right? So your back is always to one of them. But probably not worth thinking about, especially now, in front of Albie’s freezer, and with Albie in it.
“Don’t think he’s quite frozen,” Bernie said, “but we’ll need the M.E. to tell. Before I call him, though, I’d like to – “
He went silent. I’d heard it, too, of course, but Bernie? That was a surprise. It was a moan, a human moan, faint and distant.
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