Bernie closed the freezer door, a good thing because I didn’t want to look at Albie lying in that cold empty box anymore. We heard the distant moan again, and followed the sound. It led us out a door and into the enormous back yard. The close-clipped grass felt springy under my paws, like a putting green. I like putting greens a lot, but this wasn’t the time for anything like that, because of this guy sitting on the deck by Albie’s pool. There were a few booze bottles lying near him; he was rubbing his head with one hand; and the other hand held a gun.
Hey! For a moment, I almost recognized this dude; in fact, thought he was Colonel Bob. But he was way too young to be Colonel Bob.
Bernie took out the .38 Special. “Drop it, Ray,” he said.
Our thoughts are with Rio and family today.
Coming Opening Day, 2011:
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