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| The Case of the Missing Husband ch5 | |
| By Snodlander | ||||
| 17 April 2007 | ||||
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A short one. And no clues in this one. Or are there? “So, what do we do next?” she asked. “We? We go back to our day job, while I go find Debray.” “Ha! You are so not getting rid of me. Full partners, remember? You shook hands on it. A man is only as good as his word, Mr Littlejohn, and you gave me your word.” “Honey, I mean, Kitty. You’re a lovely girl, I’m sure. I bet your Ma and Pa back in Nowhereville, Kentucky or wherever you come from are proud of their little girl, but I am not going to baby-sit you. Maybe Debray is in hiding. Maybe he’s been kidnapped, or worse. Either way, things might get down and dirty. I don’t want to be looking over my shoulder at you all the time.” “You stupid, conceited man,” she said quietly. “Excuse me?” “You think you know me, but you have no idea what I am capable of,” she continued. “Of what I am capable,” she corrected. Angry as she was, she still proofread her words in her head. That was almost as scary as seeing this mouse of a girl controlling the blue-white heat of her anger. “You just see a silly little girl, but believe you me, Mr Littlejohn, I am as tough as anyone. You don’t know what this means to me. I will get my story, with or without you. You’re worried about me? Tough. I’m going for this, and if that is dangerous, so be it. I just thought that maybe we could help each other. You want to go back on your word? Fine! Your loss. I have colleagues who can put me in touch with the underworld. It’s not just Private Investigators’s that have contacts with the city’s underbelly. I can look after myself.” She rose from the table and marched out into the street. Stupid? Me? She’s as sly as a three-month-old puppy, she’d going to take on the scum of the city single-handed, and she thinks me stupid and conceited. She uses phrases like ‘the city’s underbelly’, forchrisake. And God knows how she would muddy the waters for me. I didn’t have a partner. Never had. For one thing, I’ve never earned enough money for a partner, and for another, it was often more convenient to have no witnesses. Plus there was the responsibility you felt for your partner. Oh hell! I could argue this round in circles till the second coming, but I knew how it was going to end. Damn! God damn her and her stupid naivety. I waved my pocketbook at the cash register and jogged into the street. “Kitty!” I shouted. She was standing there, by the wall, not 2 metres from the door, a big told-you-so grin on her face. “I knew you were a man of your word, Mr Littlejohn” “Bullshit! And stop calling me ‘Mr’.” “So where are we going?” I sighed. “Azee Taxis. And wipe that smug grin off your face.” Her grin widened. “Sure thing, partner.” Oh God help me. God help us both.
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