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About this time I got another call on my phone. It was BadGoodDeb.
I answered. "What cooks, BadGoodDeb?"
"Good news and better news!" She squealed.
I shuddered. "What's the good news?"
"I got your answer. Harry the Horse has been doing a lot of gambling in Chicago. Some people aren't happy about the status of his accounts."
"A bit overdrawn?"
"Much more than a bit."
"What's the better news?"
"We're on our way to Texas!"
"Who is we?"
"KindleKitten is tagging along. She'll handle the guns and I'll handle the knives. And we'll split the bonus."
"What bonus? I'm not paying a bonus."
"No, the City of Chicago is! They've given us a $50,000 bounty for Harry the Horse. A legit bounty. His bookmakers know all the aldermen in Chicago."
"Well, just remember, this ain't the Old West. He's worth nothing dead. Y'all got to deliver him alive."
"Oh that's part of the fun!"
"Oh yeah. Don't get into any bar fights down here. They shoot back."
"Guys won't shoot us."
"Who's talking about the guys..."
That got a pause. I added.
"Let me let you go. I gotta pick up Rock Lobster. He's been keepin' low company and is in no shape to navigate the roads."
"Ta!"
Poor Harry. Retirement can be real hard without a proper retirement program. I wonder if he ever thought of South America. I needed to ask him about that.
I dialed back the Harry and Rock show on the cellphone.
I heard a familiar voice faintly in the background.
"Forget the agent. He doesn't answer anyway. If you want me to cover you in the first at Santa Anita, you'd better come up with some bacon. I've got a half million in your markers, I'd better get some service!"
I was in Riverside now. 10 minutes to target. And I didn't mean the store...
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