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Old 11-04-2010, 04:33 PM   #61
Rock Lobster
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I know when I'm getting the big brush off. Red is about as subtle as a walrus at a society wedding. I figured I'd chase the money down and get back with him with the details. Sort of let him handle the bits with bloodshed. That's why he hires BadGoodDeb. Me, I go for an easier approach. If someone needs to be bloodied i figure that the nature of the universe is that they will eventually get it, just because they need it.

Driving out to Riverside, I had the idea that I might need some persuasion to get the information I needed. I swung by the MobileRead International building and made a quick visit inside. Then I proceeded on my way, secure in the knowledge I would have what I needed when it was needed.

The address Red had given me was a overly done McMansion in the foothills. Complete with a gate and high wall around it. I'm sure that it made Harry the Horse feel secure that it was there and I was glad for him.

I drove around the block and walked through the open and broken gate of his back door neighbor. One good thing about this economy, you can always find a bank repo when you need it. The backyard of the repo butted up directly against Harry the Horse's backyard. And it was about five feet high.

I had done some work for Red in this time a while back and learned a short sharp lesson in electronic surveillance. So this time, I cased the wall and the yard well before jumping over it. Some people just never catch on that the way to get into a secure facility is not to figure out how to get past the secure parts, but how to find the unsecure parts.

Fortunately, the sprinkler system had not fired up by the time I got to the back of the garage. I hate it when that happens. Pulling out my lock picks, I got into the garage in five seconds. I had to stop to wipe some left over blood off the hook first, or I would have been in faster. I like the locks in Red's time. Made of cheap metal and stamped out parts.

I moved quietly through the garage and got to the house's back door. Which was obviously unlocked. Why lock the door, when the garage opener seals the world out? I swung the door in silently and padded into the mud room. I could hear muffled voices on the other side of the inner door.

Putting my ear up to the frame, I listened. The voices were hard to make out, but they were talking about a big take and how they were going to make out like bandits. The words "sure bet" were tossed around a lot. The voices faded, like they were leaving the room. Opening the door with a whisper of sound, I slid into a kitchen that was bigger than my office. Harry the Horse really knew how to live, let me tell you.

I was tempted to make myself a sandwich and a glass of milk, sort of make myself at home, but decided not to take the risk. Even though I was hungry at the time. Slipping quietly to the other side of the room, I could hear about three guys talking in what was probably a great room.

"Are you sure we can trust this guy, Boss?"

"What's not to trust? He isn't that bright and we can't go wrong. The dogs have always come through for me. Besides, if he double crosses us, all we got to do is whack him."

"Okay, but I have a bad feeling about this whole caper. Messing with this guy's friends in the past has always made trouble for us. I don't want that broad with the guns and the attitude anywheres near me ever again!"

"I got it covered. Besides, we're not gambling with our own money, it's gonna be Red's or that dame he's so cozy with all the time."

I was pretty sure by then that I was in the right neighborhood. I was easing slowly and all quiet like around the corner to take a peek at the men in the room when the compact that Red had given me started clucking like a chicken.
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