Chetspeak (3): Horses and Stakeouts
There was one palm tree on the street in front of the motel, a small one with dusty leaves, and we were parked behind it. That was part of our stake-out technique, hiding behind trees. Maybe it was our whole technique: I couldn’t think of any other parts at the moment. Beyond the palm tree stood the motel, horseshoe-shaped – just one of the many strange things about horses, that they wore shoes – with parking in between. Two cars in the lot, parked far from each other. One, a red convertible, belonged to the woman we were tailing. The other, a dark sedan, had been there when we arrived.
We gazed at the motel door closest to the red convertible. The woman – short, blond, curvy – had jumped out of the car and gone straight inside. Since then – nothing. That was one of the problems with divorce work: no action. We hated divorce work, me and Bernie – our specialty was missing persons – but with the state of our finances we couldn’t turn down anything. How our finances got this way is a long story, hard to keep straight in my head. Early on, there’d been the Hawaiian pants.
– from To Fetch A Thief.
Welcome Citrus, Dermott, Mr. Bird; Chaz, Vanna, Trinket; Jackson; Zoey & Artoo; big-boy-dog fan; Mr. Bun; Bear; Bella and Cyrano, please retry. Today is the last day of eligibility for April’s Friend of the Month contest.
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