One Paw In The Air
“Yeah,” said Bernie, “I brought money.”
Foster stuck out his hand. “Let’s have it.”
Bernie shook his head. “My client is willing to pay $1000 for Astrid’s whereabouts.”
“And another $1000 for the whereabouts of Ray Jason.”
Foster gave Bernie a long stare. Long stares bother me. I was thinking of doing something about it when I caught another faint whiff of that smell I knew was so important in our line of work. Then a breeze sprang up behind me and took the scent away. I took a few steps in the direction it had gone, and then Bernie said, “Chet?” I paused, one front paw raised in the air.
“Ray Jason?” Foster said. “That’s a new one on me.”
“Swear on that?” Bernie said. “Cross your heart and hope to die?”
Foster’s mouth fell open.
“Just a little humor,” Bernie said.
Foster didn’t look amused. “You’re a funny guy. Albie says he likes funny guys, but take it from me – he really doesn’t.”
“Hope you know what you’re doing,” Bernie said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” said Foster.
Bernie reached into his pocket.
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