A Break In The Case?
“Any idea who that was?” Bernie said, pointing to the Audi, now just about out of sight.
“I didn’t see anything,” said Arnold Fetzer.
Bernie gave him a long look. I found myself standing beside the milk bone drawer. Lots more in there – the smell came in lovely powerful waves. Bernie walked around the shop. “How’s business these days?”
“Terrible,” said Fetzer.
Bernie paused in front of a painting. “Is this by Martin Ramirez?”
“Yes, in fact,” Fetzer said. “You surprise me.”
“Oh?” said Bernie, turning to him.
“But in a good way,” Fetzer said. “I didn’t take you for the art world type.”
“What type did you take me for?”
“Well, more the cop type, actually.”
Bernie moved a little closer to Fetzer and smiled. This wasn’t one of Bernie’s friendly smiles because his eyes weren’t smiling. He towered over Fetzer. Fetzer backed away, almost bumped into me. “I’m especially interested in Martin Ramirez,” Bernie said.
I barked, real loud. I wanted one of those milk bones. Fetzer jumped, actually got off the ground. “I had nothing to do with anything,” he said. “I swear.”
Tags: Fetzer, Martin Ramirez, milk bone
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4:34 am on April 27th, 2009
Chet, pay attention– that guy seemed like he was just warming up to you guys and Bernie got all intimidating– milkbones or not, Bernie's got good instincts about some things, and this guy smells like perp.
9:46 am on April 27th, 2009
Don't trust those milk bones Chet.
10:59 am on April 28th, 2009
Make sure they aren't the milkbones that clean your teeth, Chet. They're not worth the distraction.