Foster: Here/Not Here
Foster sat down in the kitchen.
“Whatever you’ve got, let’s have it,” Bernie said.
“First thing,” Foster said, “I’m not here.”
“Got it,” Bernie said.
He did? I didn’t get that at all. Foster was here, all right. I could see him – and smell him, too, of course. He smelled nervous, also gave off waves of the same after-shave that Crock Mullican used to wear, and maybe still does if after-shave is allowed at Central State. We’ve still got Crock’s AR-15, locked in the safe with the other guns. The safe’s in the office, behind the picture of Niagara Falls, but that’s between me and Bernie. We’ve got lot of waterfall pictures, on account of … I don’t know, we just do.
Where was I?
Link to Bookpage review of Bullet Point: www.bookpage.com/books-10013169-Bullet+Point
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