A Tiny Scrap
“A few months ago,” Colonel Bob said, “I started getting the feeling I was being followed. You ever get that feeling?”
“A few times,” Bernie said. That kind of surprised me. We were the ones who do the following, me and Bernie. We’re partners in the Little Detective Agency. We’d cleared so many cases I didn’t even want to think about it, so I didn’t. Instead I sniffed around under the desk, found a tiny scrap of burned toast; sometimes Bernie had a snack while he worked. Crunch crunch and it was gone.
“So one day – this was in Bakersfield,” said Colonel Bob, “I pulled over and let the traffic pass. Third car went by, just an ordinary econobox, driver looking straight ahead. But the sight of him gave me a shock, no other word for it.”
“He looked just like me, Bernie,” said Colonel Bob. “Me at twenty-five.”
Sorry Rio had a tough day yesterday.
Spencer Quinn will be at the Westwood Library (Westwood MA) Thursday April 8, 7:30 PM.
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