“No problem,” Bernie said. “We don’t actually want to come in. Just looking for some information.”
The bouncer blinked. A huge muscled-up guy with tiny blinking eyes is something I’ve seen before, one of the nice things about this business. We’re partners in the Little Detective Agency, me and Bernie. Missing persons is our specialty and right now Astrid Jason was missing. Hey! I got it, understood the whole enchilada. Enchiladas are a Mexican thing, and I’d learned much more about them on our trip south of the border. It’s all in To Fetch A Thief, but the main thing is I’d had both good and not so good experiences with them. You have to be careful with food down Mexico way – that’s what everyone says – but I’m not sure how to do that.
Back to the blinking bouncer. “But you are inside, pinhead. And I said no dogs.”
Pinhead? That was new. I knew pins – stay away from them, that was the main thing – and I knew heads, but pinhead made no sense to me. Did it sound friendly? No. I got the ideas this bouncer was not going to be our friend.
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