Ellipsis Raises Its Ugly Head
We entered our place at Mesquite Road, me, Bernie, and Ray.
“Looks like there’s no one here,” Bernie said, sounding surprised.
I was surprised that he was surprised, on account of fresh human scent being all over the place. Actually not human scent, but the scent some humans – men in this case – spray on themselves in order to … I’m not sure what. But forget all that, or at least some of it. The point was I’d smelled that spray-on scent on two men, meaning one or both of them were here. The two men were Ratko and Foster. But wasn’t Ratko out of the parade? So that meant …
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