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| The Case of the Missing Husband ch6 | |
| By Snodlander | ||||||||
| 17 April 2007 | ||||||||
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She told me she had a car, parked in the Herald’s underground garage. She waved cheerfully at the attendant at the entrance. “Hiya, Elroy. How’s Janine?” “She’s fine, Kitty, thanks. How are you?” “I’m fine, too. Better than fine, actually. Is your youngest still keeping you awake?” “’Fraid so. Aint you meant to be on holiday this week?” “Yep, but I had business in town today. This is my friend, Mr Littlejohn.” Elroy and I gave each other a wary nod, the sort two men give each other when they’ve been forced to interact by a mutual acquaintance. “We’re going to take Bessie out for a spin, maybe for a day or two. I’ll see you next week.” Oh God in Space, she’s given her car a pet name. We walked down the ramp. “Kitty, let me explain a little bit about the word ‘private’ in private investigator. You don’t go about introducing me to all and sundry. I’m meant to fade into the background. Fading is good. Drawing attention to me is bad.” “Oh, that’s only Elroy. He’s really nice. It wouldn’t be right to ignore him. Besides, he takes good care of Bessie for me. Most people ignore him because he’s only the garage attendant, but sometimes I go to drive Bessie, and he’s washed her for me, and he doesn’t do that for anyone else unless he’s told to. He’s a pussycat. You should be nice to everyone you meet, Littlejohn. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.” “You like flies in your honey?” She stopped beside a car. “Bessie,” she announced, superfluously. I looked at the car. Rather, I stared at her. It! I stared at it. “OK. Let me reiterate. We’re meant to fade into the background. Fade: Good. You understand?” “What’s wrong with her?” she asked, upset. “Well, let’s see. What would draw attention to this car? You have a menagerie of stuffed animal toys in the windows. The car is older than you. You have out-of-state plates. And, I don’t want you to think I’m projecting any criticism on you personally, but, it’s bright pink. You could pick this car out in a five-mile tailback on a ten-lane inter-state.” She adopted her ugly tight-lipped pucker again. “What does your car look like then?” “I don’t have one. I work the city, cabs and the L for me.” “Well then, I don’t think you should look a gift horse in the mouth, do you?” she retorted, getting in behind the wheel. “Can we at least lose the cute toys?” I pleaded, getting in beside her and sliding down as far as I could. “Blood and Sand, what if someone I know sees me in this?”
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