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October 21st, 2010 Posted 8:17 am

Ray was wearing a wire? I’d seen wires before in this job. Bernie had even worn one himself on a real dangerous case we once worked involving a cult. No idea what a cult is, exactly, but they had this college kid and the parents wanted her back. A wire is for recording conversations with no one else knowing.

Bernie gave Ray a real hard look. At the same time, he buttoned up Ray’s shirt so the wire no longer showed and said, “What’s up, Ray?”

Ray licked his lips, the way humans do when they’re nervous. I opened up my mouth real wide, not sure why.

“Something to drink?” the bartender said.


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October 18th, 2010 Posted 8:53 am

Ray came over to where we were sitting. Human fear has a smell and I was smelling it big time.

“What are you doing here, Ray?” Bernie said.

“My … dad sent me.”

“Colonel Bob?”

Ray nodded.

“I thought you weren’t on speaking terms,” Bernie said.

Ray shrugged. That’s a human thing I always watch for. It can mean a few things, usually not good.

“When’s he coming here?” Bernie said.

“That’s the thing – he got … tied up temporarily. He’d like it if you came to him.”

Bernie gave Ray a long look. “Where’s that?” he said.

“I can show you.”

Bernie nodded. Then he did something surprising: He reached out and unbuttoned the top buttons of Ray’s shirt. I’d seen wires before: that’s basic in this business. Ray was wearing one.


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October 12th, 2010 Posted 9:33 am

I was just finishing the steak tips – best I’d ever had, at least since the last time – when Bernie glanced over at the archway that led from the main part of the restaurant to the patio. Humans get this look of surprise sometimes, their eyebrows going up and all of a sudden looking younger than they are, and Bernie had that look now. A guy was coming toward us, but not Colonel Bob, who was the guy we were expecting, unless I’d gotten it wrong. And that can happen. Take in that warehouse down in Mexico, when I’d expected Peanut to pull up in front of that metal roll-up door and come to a stop. Was I wrong about that or what? That’s in To Fetch A Thief unless I’m wrong about that, too.

But forget all that. The point is the guy coming toward us was not Colonel Bob, although he looked kind of like a younger version. Hey! It was Ray.

Happy Birthday, Rosie! And many many more.


Dry Gulch


October 9th, 2010 Posted 9:56 am

Haven’t been to the Dry Gulch Steak House and Saloon in way too long. They’ve got a giant wooden cowboy out front – very tempting to lift your leg against him, but I’ve never given into that temptation, except maybe once, which might be in To Fetch A Thief – and a cool patio out back, where the nation within the nation is very welcome. Right now, for example, the bartender is saying, “Customer just sent back a plate of steak tips – medium, and he asked for medium rare. Think Chet would be interested?”

“Nah,” says Bernie.

And then there’s lots of laughing, not sure why.

“Love when he does that,” says the bartender.

Does what? Standing up on my back legs, maybe, front paws on the bar? Oops.

Soon after that I’m at the edge of the patio with a nice plate of steak tips. Medium? Medium rare? I like them both, also rare and well done. And raw, come to think of it. Bernie says I’m not a fussy eater. I glance over at him between bites. He’s checking his watch.

“Wonder what’s keeping Colonel Bob?” he says.


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