I kissed her hard. She wasn’t expecting it, and one of her words got caught in my throat. It was ‘no’.
“I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am, Mr. Carlisle, but that’s not it. Do you want the job or not? You’re just a name on a scrap of paper to me.”
I thought about it. Sure, I made a mistake about the kiss, but who could blame me? That splash of freckles on her shoulders, and that windswept hair the color of bourbon. They were distractions. Looking at her, you’d never know she was a widow twice over and a soon-to-be divorcée . She kept the gunpowder makeup to a minimum, and her legs were a mile long. She had lousy taste in men, and I went ahead and proved it. Did I want the job? Did the pope want a hat?
“Sure. I need the dough up front, though. Expenses and incidentals.”
“I don’t pay for your whiskey and whores,” she said. Her voice was as flat as a stick of gum.
“Film for the Brownie, and gas for the Buick,” I said. “Gas isn’t cheap, and neither is shoe leather.”
“I’ve seen your shoes. I’m not impressed. A hundred now, a hundred when I get the pictures. Quality pictures. Pictures that show everyone he’s a son-of-a-bitch.”
“My specialty,” I said.
“That’s what the scrap of paper said. When can you start?”
I thought about it. It was an easy job, and I could do it in my sleep. But she might be a complication. Those legs and that hair. That splash of freckles on her shoulders. “Tomorrow,” I said, and she handed me the envelope. (Steven Baird)
It was Gin, not whiskey and the pint was empty after the second swallow. Bitter and just a bit too cold. The other bottle was hiding behind the papers from the courthouse and the Colt. Somehow I managed to avoid the ditch as I fumbled in the glove box but the revolver tumbled to the floorboard, ignored when my fingers found the smooth glass of the backup resting under a folded Esso roadmap.
“Whiskey, my dear, is for old ladies,” I said to myself.
But the Gin only made the trip seem longer. More time to ponder on those damn freckles…(Mike Fuller Author — https://mikefullerauthor.com)
To be continued…
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