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They Get Their Man


June 23rd, 2011 Posted 8:42 am

“Hey,” Bernie says. “The FBI caught Whitey Bulger – never thought that would happen.”

The FBI. We’ve run into them once or twice. There was Agent Pottiger, for example. Bernie said he was the best paperwork guy he’d ever seen. He was also great at ironing shirts. He asked to borrow our iron! That was fun, the search for the iron. It ended up being in the freezer. That’s the kind of thing that happens at our place on Mesquite Road.

Welcome Sailor Jerry.


Chez Nous


December 14th, 2010 Posted 9:09 am

What I wanted to do, and pretty badly, was grab Foster by the pant leg. It was pretty clear to me by now that he had to be a perp, but if he was an FBI dude, then how was that possible? One idea was to just grab him by the pant leg anyway and let things get sorted out later. I couldn’t think of another idea. But sometimes all it takes is one idea, or not even. This is all happening at our place on Mesquite Road, in case anybody needs reminding. I know I would.

“You’re saying all that about you having worked for Albie for years was just a lot of blowing smoke?” Bernie said.

“Albie was a hooked fish,” Foster said. “He said what he was told to say.”

“And what did you hook him for?” Bernie said.

“That’s a long story,” Foster said. He turned to Ray. “Which maybe the kid shouldn’t hear. Not unless I take him in, and this may not be the time.

Ray started backing toward the door.


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December 7th, 2010 Posted 8:54 am

“FBI?” Bernie said.

Foster nodded.

FBI? I remembered an FBI dude named Ernest who Bernie called Deadly Ernest. What a case that was! Although actually the details are vague, except for when we found ourselves chasing a perp through the kitchen of a famous steakhouse. Bernie said they’ve reopened now, but it’s not likely we’re going back.

“You’re asking me to believe you spent years working undercover for Albie Rose?” Bernie said. “The FBI does some wacky things, but not that wacky.”

“Aw, come on, Bernie,” Foster said. “You’re a smart guy. You must have figured out that Albie said whatever I told him to say.”

What that was all about I leave to you. But I didn’t like the tone of Foster’s voice. We’re very sensitive to that in the nation within the nation. I got this sudden urge to bite. Hard to explain: it’s like this force I feel in my jaw muscles, a powerful force and hard to deny.


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