Knocking at the door. We were out on the patio, me, Bernie, Suzie. They’d been talking about the Greed Case. I’d been watching Bernie. He had some burger patties on a plate, and was moving toward the grill.

“Should I get that?” Suzie said.

“Thanks,” said Bernie, dropping the first patty on the grill. I moved a little closer.

Suzie went into the house. Bernie got the rest of the burgers going. How many? Don’t ask me. All I knew was there was enough for everybody. I heard Suzie’s footsteps coming back. And what was that? Other footsteps, too, heavy ones. I turned toward the back door. Suzie came out, two men beside her, a bald one and a white-haired one. I recognized them from the box canyon. The bald one had a gun to Suzie’s head. The white-haired one – Freddie Dancer – had a gun, too. His was pointed at Bernie.


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3 Responses to “Trouble”

  1. Diane
    4:45 am on August 12th, 2009

    Oh Oh. What to watch? The one burger on the grill? The other burgers on the plate? The perps with guns?

    What a cliff-hanger!

  2. B. Stover
    11:56 am on August 12th, 2009

    Bated breath again…..

  3. Harrison Howe
    2:56 pm on August 12th, 2009

    With everyone distracted, Chet should go for the burgers! 🙂

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