“Who’s your client?” said Lt. Stine. He was in a bad mood.
“You know I can’t tell you that,” Bernie said. He was in a bad mood, too.
But not me. I was in a great mood, pretty close to tip-top. A big fat sun was shining down from a blue sky, but it wasn’t as hot as it had been and I got the feeling the real hot heat was over for another year. That made me hungry for some reason. No food in sight, but I was happy to wait. And if not happy, at least willing. For a while. Not a long one.
“We got a dead body here, and another one up in Vegas,” Lt. Stine said. “Did you report that one or did it somehow slip through the cracks?”
“I called it in,” Bernie said. “There was no time to stick around.”
Lt. Stine gave him a long look. “This is a two way street.”
I glanced at the street. No traffic at all. This was Cactus Heights, abandoned. My mood changed on me, dropping down from almost tip-top. I wanted to be somewhere else.
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