“Why is Kelo a moron?” Bernie said.
Portia gave him a long look. “I want a deal.”
“Okay,” Bernie said. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
“For someone who wants a deal, you’re not very helpful,” Bernie said. “Tell me this – what was the goal, getting the film or getting the painting?”
“Why would we want the painting?” said Portia. I remembered that painting, tunnels and trains, kind of scary.
“It’s probably worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.”
Down on the floor, Freddie Dancer groaned. The human groan is an interesting sound. When perps groan I always know we’re getting somewhere. Bernie peeled the duct tape off Freddie’s mouth. Or maybe it was already off, or hadn’t been on in the first place. All I remembered was something about ducks, which turn out to be a tempermental type of bird.
“Speak, Freddie,” Bernie said.
And by the way, I’m loving having all these friends.
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