A Bad Situation
“Speaking of getting hurt,” Bernie said, “how’s Kelo Printz?”
“Not familiar with the name,” said Freddie Dancer. But I was. Kelo Printz was our client. The client is the one who pays. I don’t forget a client. Our finances are a mess, something I may get into a little later. But not now. Now we were in a bad situation, Suzie held by Freddie Dancer and the bald guy, a gun to her head. Bernie stood still, his eyes on Freddie. I stood still beside him, my eyes on Freddie, too, just waiting. “I want that film,” Freddie said.
Bernie nodded. “It’s upstairs in the safe,” he said. And so was the shotgun! “I’ll go get it.”
“Tell you what,” said Freddie. “We’ll all go.”
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