Long Arm of the Law
Got it! I was going to tell you what happened next. Iggy and I lit out across the canyon, headed for that shiny thing, a shiny thing twinkling in the sun. I got there first. Then came some pushing and shoving between me and Iggy, and he went tumbling a bit. I stood by the shiny thing, saw what it was: a CD. We had lots in the car, including The Best of Billie Holiday and The Steeldrivers.
After a while Bernie and Lt. Stine came up, huffing and puffing.
“Did they find the film?” said Lt. Stine.
“Doesn’t look like it,” Bernie said.
“But is that a clue?”
Bernie picked up the CD and shook his head. “It’s disc one of Hank Williams – The Unreleased Recordings. Supposed to be great, but it’s got nothing to do with anything.”
“Where’s that stupid film?” said Lt. Stine.
Bernie gazed at the sky. “We’re going to have to let them go.”
“Not Freddie Dancer,” Lt. Stine. “He’s got a list of warrants as long as your arm.”
I looked at Bernie’s arms. Strong arms, and pretty long since he was a big guy. Freddie was in trouble.
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