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"Going to see a man about a horse." With Rock, who knows what he was doing. I shrugged and headed out to the car. I had more important things to think about.
I'd cut the trick knot on Solly before he joined the Sopranos, but left him tied up otherwise. I told him I'd let him loose when I got back.
If I got back.
I looked at the clock. 11:30 P.M. Was this night ever gonna get to Pearl time....
I left a message on BadGoodDeb's phone, telling her where the beach house was and about the Claymores.
Claymores. Why did it have to be Claymores? What ever happened to the good old days of shotguns with their triggers tied back? The next thing you know the bad guys will be driving around town in tanks. And complaining the parking spaces are too little.
For readers who don't know about Claymores, they're a nasty little trick our military thought up, post WWII. Take a shaped charge a half meter wide, then back it with heavy armor so the charge will blow out one way. Load up the front with various sized shrapnel (BBs were popular in Vietnam), and set it to whatever tripwire trigger you want. Put a bunch of them around a perimeter so that they overlap each other, and the only way in is pole vaulting. No wonder the Chi-town boys wanted to talk to him.
While I was driving to the beach house, I got to wondering about Solly. I figured I'd missed a trick with Solly. I'd bumped Harry's car as I was pullin' up to the house. He'd left Solly to bump off Rock and the go to the Beach house. How? I hadn't seen any extra car.
That meant somebody was gonna come by and pick up Solly. They'd be already tipped off by Harry, so it was a good thing both Rock and I had gotten out of the house when we did. And Solly'd be talkin' to Harry, sure's shootin'.
Which meant that Solly's key would be a one way ticket to a harp. And I didn't pole vault nearly as well as I did 20 years ago.
35 minutes to the beach house. I'd better figure out an answer before then...
And what was VR doin' being a bookmaker? There was something just not right here...
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