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going to fight those bastards. All we have to do is find out how they pass along the bribe money, and who they're giving it to."
"How are we going to do that?"
"I'm not sure yet, but it can't be that hard. Oh, by the way, Eduardo called to thank us for helping Sofie out. He says Darryl has been as polite as a choirboy. He even washes the dishes for her now." I had to smile, I was glad I was able to help her.
Just then I looked out the front windows and saw a black Lincoln pull up in front of my house. The car door opened and we saw a snake wearing a suit and tie get out. He slithered up my driveway. Willey opened the kitchen door and went down the two steps to the driveway. I made it down one step and stood there.
"Which of you is Mister McGee?" The reptile asked. I raised my hand.
"And you must be Mister Pulaski," he said to Willey. Willey nodded.
"I'm attorney Clifford Snydely, and I represent the Flaherty Development Corporation. It has come to my client's attention that you two gentlemen were picked up by the police last night in the alley behind my client's offices. That, and the fact that you live in a park that my client in the process of purchasing, led our security department to wonder just what you two were doing in that alley. Would you care to explain?"
When Willey gets mad he reverts to his Cracker roots. "We don't have to explain nothing to you, you maggot," Willey said. "Now get outta' here before I call the cops."
"Now that you mention the police," the snake said, "I must tell you that our security department has already made known to the police your connection to my client, and the possibility that your intentions may have been to break into my client's offices. The police were quite interested. If you do have any intentions of violating my client's property we will respond with the full force of the law."
Willey said, "You know, I used to have a dog as ugly as you. I had to shave his ass and teach him to walk backwards, just so he wouldn't scare nobody." I grabbed Willey by the back of his pants and pulled him back.
"Good day, gentlemen," the snake said. He slithered back to his car and drove off. "Damn," I said. "I kept expecting to see a forked tongue come sliding out of that bastard's mouth."
"Don't worry," Willey said. "He can't prove anything." But it still worried me. After the lawyer left we went over and sat down at the green plastic table I keep in my carport. Willey brought our coffee out from the kitchen. It had cooled off a little but I drank it to calm my nerves. There was a gentle breeze blowing and the air was filled with the scent of bougainvillea. We sat there and watched the tiny lizards skitter across the driveway. They're only as big as your thumb, and they live under the houses. They consider the driveways to be their playgrounds. One of them came prancing right up to me and puffed out its neck, trying to scare me away. I'd often seen Eddy the Egret slide one of them down his gullet. I guess they taste better than hot dogs.
"I'd sure hate to have to leave this place," Willey said. "There's no place I'd rather be . . . at least no place I could afford. Barney, we'll get the proof we need, somehow. We'll find a way to stop these people. I don't care how powerful they are." I hoped he was
"How are we going to do that?"
"I'm not sure yet, but it can't be that hard. Oh, by the way, Eduardo called to thank us for helping Sofie out. He says Darryl has been as polite as a choirboy. He even washes the dishes for her now." I had to smile, I was glad I was able to help her.
Just then I looked out the front windows and saw a black Lincoln pull up in front of my house. The car door opened and we saw a snake wearing a suit and tie get out. He slithered up my driveway. Willey opened the kitchen door and went down the two steps to the driveway. I made it down one step and stood there.
"Which of you is Mister McGee?" The reptile asked. I raised my hand.
"And you must be Mister Pulaski," he said to Willey. Willey nodded.
"I'm attorney Clifford Snydely, and I represent the Flaherty Development Corporation. It has come to my client's attention that you two gentlemen were picked up by the police last night in the alley behind my client's offices. That, and the fact that you live in a park that my client in the process of purchasing, led our security department to wonder just what you two were doing in that alley. Would you care to explain?"
When Willey gets mad he reverts to his Cracker roots. "We don't have to explain nothing to you, you maggot," Willey said. "Now get outta' here before I call the cops."
"Now that you mention the police," the snake said, "I must tell you that our security department has already made known to the police your connection to my client, and the possibility that your intentions may have been to break into my client's offices. The police were quite interested. If you do have any intentions of violating my client's property we will respond with the full force of the law."
Willey said, "You know, I used to have a dog as ugly as you. I had to shave his ass and teach him to walk backwards, just so he wouldn't scare nobody." I grabbed Willey by the back of his pants and pulled him back.
"Good day, gentlemen," the snake said. He slithered back to his car and drove off. "Damn," I said. "I kept expecting to see a forked tongue come sliding out of that bastard's mouth."
"Don't worry," Willey said. "He can't prove anything." But it still worried me. After the lawyer left we went over and sat down at the green plastic table I keep in my carport. Willey brought our coffee out from the kitchen. It had cooled off a little but I drank it to calm my nerves. There was a gentle breeze blowing and the air was filled with the scent of bougainvillea. We sat there and watched the tiny lizards skitter across the driveway. They're only as big as your thumb, and they live under the houses. They consider the driveways to be their playgrounds. One of them came prancing right up to me and puffed out its neck, trying to scare me away. I'd often seen Eddy the Egret slide one of them down his gullet. I guess they taste better than hot dogs.
"I'd sure hate to have to leave this place," Willey said. "There's no place I'd rather be . . . at least no place I could afford. Barney, we'll get the proof we need, somehow. We'll find a way to stop these people. I don't care how powerful they are." I hoped he was
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