Poolside (5) (With Shoutout To Dustin Pedroia*)
“Ray?” said Bernie. “You’re running out of time.”
The sirens got louder. We stood near Ray, me and Bernie, beside Albie Rose’s pool. I like pools – the one at the Ritz in Pottsdale! Wow! But I don’t think we can go back there – and was considering a swim, but something about those bloody towels stopped me, hard to explain why.
Ray looked around, confused.
“What did you do to Albie?” Bernie said.
Ray shook his head. “I wasn’t going to do anything to him. I just wanted him to answer some questions.”
“But?” Bernie said.
“But I couldn’t find him. That guy who works for him – “
“Yeah. Foster called and said Albie had information for me. But when I got here no one was around. The house was open. I went in and looked around, and then … I’m not sure what happened then.” He rubbed his head again. “I was out here and you showed up. Who are you, or did you already say?”
Bernie gave him a long look. The sirens got louder.
* a little guy who swings from the heels
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