My Pal Iggy
“No one walks until we see proof that Kelo’s all right,” Bernie said. Kelo Printz was our client. If he wasn’t all right, who was paying?
“What kind of proof?” Portia said.
“Being in the same room with a walking and talking all-in-one-piece Kelo would do it,” Bernie said.
“See,” said Bernie, “that’s not good. This is starting to remind me of a Ross Macdonald novel.”
“Who’s he?” said Suzie.
“He was a crime novelist,” Bernie said. “And a great one. In his stories, violent acts from long ago echo down to the present. And here we’ve clearly got violent acts from long ago.”
Suzie took out her notebook. “Care to elaborate?”
Hey! Was that Iggy’s yip-yip-yip? I glanced out the window.
This entry was posted on Friday, September 25th, 2009 at 8:08 am and is filed under Chet The Dog. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.