"I already gave at the office,"Smedly told him.
"Hey,man,my boss ain't gonna be too pleased with that."
The mood in the room got ugly.It could have done with a facelift.
The enforcer made a sudden move for the bulge beneath his armpit but Smedly was quicker.
Blam! Blam!Blam!
The punk fell back dead,a third eye in his forehead.
Smedly walked over and searched his wallet.
"Jacob Wannabe,Scam Insurance Ltd."
Friggin pushy salesman, they'd do anything to make a buck.
A noise behind the door made him fall into a semi-crouch,his Beretta trained on the door,the other hand held up like a fencer.
It was his partner in this private eye racket,Jim Jones.
Smedly dropped the 007 shit and assumed his normal pathetic slouch.A dog on the lamb.
"Gee, what's with the stiff? "JJ said.
"I dunno.We never had time to get cozy.But we got a job to do.Some rich kraut out in the country.He just called.Wants us to sniff around for his missing beau."
(You still here? Well, I'm due at the station downtown.Time to report to my parole officer.Tune in later for another exciting episode.)
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