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This was when they heard the front door chimes. Blow froze. He held up a hand to warn Annette. He knew it wasn't Callahan.
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“Who is it?” He shouted, recognizing a voice he'd not heard emerge from his throat since using it years prior in one of his favorite stage roles to cry, “Stellaaaaaa!”
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A sole proprietor, she engaged in the world's oldest profession because she greatly enjoyed the physical interaction and, at first, as a means to support her simple needs. Her primary interest was writing fiction.
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“Brace yourself, smartass. The dead fake cop? Who had Lorenzo Bean's badge and looked like Lorenzo Bean? He *was* Lorenzo Bean.”
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Slapping the notebook shut he swung his legs off the bed, stood up, dashed downstairs to his office, grabbed his jacket and dashed out the door to his truck.
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Blow's knees went weak. His thoughts flashed back to his sister's bedroom and the revolver in her nightstand. Never leave home without it.
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...invited me to come up to Atlantic City, 'as a guest o' da compny', and he'd teach me how to play roulette, hinting that he'd show me how to win, and I laughed and told him I was a lesbian, and hung up.”
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He didn't recognize the number, but it was local. The message: Antwan Rakeen Jackson died 11:43 a.m. - Doc
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“Congratulations. I think the dailies do that all the time, don't they? Isn't that when they put EXCLUSIVE above the story, and make you subscribe before you can read the whole thing?”
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Black bugs are falling, fluttering down
like big, black snow flakes.
Two bugs, almost always,
sometimes only one.
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Then along came Bronson, Sally Bronson, genius retail entrepreneur who took the one-stop-shop embryo concept crazily serious and put every legal thing a household shopper could imagine wanting under one massive, tornado-daring roof, and called it Bron-Mar
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Jump seems weightless, defying gravity like Peter Pan, one knee raised slightly, the toes of his crimson Nikes pointed straight down like a ballet dancer's a yard or better above the floor.
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Blow nodded, murmured “Bummer”. The three shifted to other topics, but nothing they came up with, no matter how cheery, managed to dispel the elephant that had lumbered into their presence.
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"dad...what would happen if you had burgundy eyes?"
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Oh, shit, Blow thought, here it comes. Dammit.
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