Sweet Dreams, Baby
I had a dream. We were down in Mexico, me and Bernie. This was on the Peanut case, but the dream was all about Lola – those strange little watchful eyes of hers! – and this time nothing got thrown at me, and no one yelled, “Perro malo!” Whatever that happened to mean. It was great to be south of the border down Mexico way, even if it was just a dream.
I opened my eyes. Bernie was saying, “And then?”
Colonel Bob shrugged. The human shrug is interesting – I always watch for it. “I went to an ATM and withdrew my max – three hundred bucks – and gave it to him.”
“And that was the last time you saw Ray?”
Hey! Was this about Ray Jason, Bakersfield, all that? Had I missed something? I went over to Bernie. He scratched between my ears. That felt great. I didn’t have a worry in the world.
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