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Why not? Because Spence is busy studying flow charts. But does that mean we can’t have a tiny little taste from The Dog Who Knew Too Much? Kind of early, but …
“I’m offering you a job,” Georgie said. He looked over at me. “You and Chet, of course.”
“You mean you want to subcontract a case out to us?” Bernie said.
“Nope,” said Georgie. “I’m talking about a real permanent-type job, assistant VP Operations, Malhouf International Investigations, eighty-five K to start, plus benefits and two weeks paid vacation.”
Bernie shook his head, a very quick side-to-side. Charlie – that’s Bernie’s kid, who we don’t see nearly enough since the divorce – has the exact same headshake. All of a sudden Bernie looked younger.
Georgie sat back in his chair. His eyes, dark to begin with, darkened some more. “Not even going to think about it?” he said.
“I appreciate the offer,” Bernie said. “But it wouldn’t be a good fit.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Georgie said.
“See?” said Bernie, and he laughed.
Bernie has a great laugh, so much fun to listen to the way it comes from deep down, but Georgie didn’t seem to be enjoying it. “Always considered you a serious individual, Bern,” he said. “Must be some reason you’re not taking me seriously.”
Georgie leaned forward. “I do my research. That means I know what you’ve been making. Or not making, to put it more accurately. Christ, I know about the tin futures. And even the goddamn pants. What else? You’re late on your kid’s tuition and you’re upside down on your house.”
Upside down on our house? I gave up on understanding Georgie.
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