“What else do I know about you?” Foster said. “You turned down a job offer from Albie, for one thing. I thought that was pretty cool.”
Why? Who would want to work for Albie Rose? He wore a tiny bathing suit and smelled like old cheese. We work for ourselves, me and Bernie, and what could be better than that? In case there are any newcomers out there, we’re partners in the Little Detective Agency, me and Bernie. Missing persons are our specialty, and that was what we were doing now, looking for Astrid Jason, and maybe Ray Jason, too, who was Colonel Bob’s son, and Colonel Bob is one of our favorites when it comes to humans. When it comes to the nation within the nation, as Bernie calls it, I guess you’d have to put Iggy first. Iggy’s a funny little dude. Once, in the old days, when Iggy still got out, we were just about to catch this lizard when a huge bird swooped down and snatched it up. Wow! The fun we used to have. I miss playing with Iggy.
“And what did Albie think of it?” Bernie said. Or something like that. Maybe I hadn’t been listening, but that was partly because I’d just picked up a scent, very faint, but one of those scents that was real important in my job.
“Of you turning him down?” Foster said. “He was pissed, actually. It was a first, and Albie doesn’t like firsts. But enough chit-chat. Did you bring the money?”
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