“FBI?” Bernie said.
FBI? I remembered an FBI dude named Ernest who Bernie called Deadly Ernest. What a case that was! Although actually the details are vague, except for when we found ourselves chasing a perp through the kitchen of a famous steakhouse. Bernie said they’ve reopened now, but it’s not likely we’re going back.
“You’re asking me to believe you spent years working undercover for Albie Rose?” Bernie said. “The FBI does some wacky things, but not that wacky.”
“Aw, come on, Bernie,” Foster said. “You’re a smart guy. You must have figured out that Albie said whatever I told him to say.”
What that was all about I leave to you. But I didn’t like the tone of Foster’s voice. We’re very sensitive to that in the nation within the nation. I got this sudden urge to bite. Hard to explain: it’s like this force I feel in my jaw muscles, a powerful force and hard to deny.
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