In The Game
“I’ll make a deal,” Portia said.
“Where’s Kelo?” said Bernie. “That’s the only deal we’re interested in.”
Made sense to me. Kelo Printz was the client. The client pays the bill at the end the of the case. No client, no money, and our finances were a mess already.
“Not one more word,” said Freddie Dancer, down on the floor, hands cuffed behind his back.
Bernie gave him a little poke with his toe. “Freddie, you’re not in the game anymore. That’s what lying cuffed on the floor means.”
“I can’t tell you where Kelo is,” Portia said. “But I can tell you what this is all about.”
“We just want to know where Kelo is,” said Bernie. “We know what this is all about.”
We did? That was good to know. I got the feeling we were doing great, gave Freddie’s pant leg a quick nip.
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