Clues Out The Yingyang
Me, Bernie and Foster, still in this abandoned housing development with the strange windowless house at the end of the dead end. There’s another word for dead-end but it won’t come to me at the moment. Does that ever happen to you? And maybe there are windows, but they’re all boarded up. The breeze has shifted around the way breezes do – breezes, a real big subject for another time – and I’m not picking up that scent any more, and in fact I’m starting to forget about the whole thing.
“Who’s this new employer of yours?” Bernie said.
“Name wouldn’t mean anything to you,” said Foster.
Foster shook his head.
“What if we wanted to look you up some day?” Bernie said.
“Why would you want to do that?” Foster said.
“Good question,” Bernie said.
Foster blinked. Always a sign that the interview was going well. And that was good – I was starting to feel a little hungry. “You want the information or not?” Foster said, sounding kind of annoyed.
“Let’s have it,” Bernie said.
“You know Pine City?”
“Where the casino’s opening up?”
“Yeah,” said Foster. “Astrid’s dancing at a place called Club Utopia.”
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