“Changed your mind?” Albie Rose said. He was this old guy with hard eyes I didn’t like at all. Last time he’d been wearing a tiny bathing suit. Now he was dressed in a track suit, although he didn’t look like much of a runner to me. The fastest human I ever met was this NFL dude we did a job for once, all about some missing trophy, and that led to complications I can’t remember exactly, but bling was involved. The NFL dude was fast and he knew it. What he didn’t know but found out the day he and I had a little race, was that he was fast for a human. I ran circles around him, real tight ones. We had fun! Or maybe it was just me: he looked kind of sour at the end. That human sour look? Not my favorite.
But back to Albie Rose. We were in Vegas.
“Changed my mind about what?” Bernie said.
“Working for me,” said Albie Rose. “I could use someone like you.”
“That’s the problem,” Bernie said. “We don’t like being used, Chet and I.”
I growled, not sure why.
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