“Did it happen out here, Ray?” Bernie said. “Or in the house?”
Ray rubbed his face again. “Did what happen?”
“And you were too drunk to finish cleaning up?”
Ray gazed at the bloody towels. “I’m not drunk.”
“You stink of booze,” Bernie said. Good for Bernie, picking that up. Bernie’s nose wasn’t small for a human nose, but still. I love how he sometimes sniffs the air and says, “Smell anything, Chet?” Once it was a whole forest on fire!
“I haven’t been drinking,” Ray said.
Bernie walked off the pool deck, checked the lawn. It was a real nice lawn, kind of like a putting green. I’ve had lots of fun on putting greens, but more on that later. “Did you carry him all the way?” Bernie said.
“What are you talking about?” Ray said.
“The freezer,” said Bernie.
“Freezer?” said Ray. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Ray – I’m trying to help you.”
Ray shook his head, then winced, as though in pain. “Who are you, anyway?”
“My name’s – ” Bernie began, and then a siren sounded, not far away. Bernie went still. I went still, too, because he did.
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