First Chance, Last Chance, M.J. Garrett [learn to read books txt] 📗

cop, she found herself packing her things into a small box and walking out of the office.

 

“Susan, I know you are still mad about the testimony I gave back then, but I really need you to help me out.”  I pleaded with her once before and I ended up walking home wearing nothing but a leather jacket and Chuck Taylor sneakers on.  Apparently, Susan wasn’t fond of my threesome idea with her and her sister.  Nor was she happy that I didn’t leave my then wife like I said I was going to.

 

“Chance, I told you that if I ever saw you again, I would cut your flaccid veiny dick off!  My sister?  For Christ’s sake, she was only 18!” After some choice words, I expressed my interest in the “Blue Bayou”.  I explained my run-in with Bodie and she finally relented the cursing.  “The Blue Bayou used to be a club downtown, but it’s been closed for several years now.  There is also a street called Blue Bayou, but it’s just outside of the city limits.  It’s just off of Highway 57, in the ‘deep’.”

 

“The Deep?” I questioned her aloud.  “There’s nothing but trailer parks and meth houses in the deep.” 

“Well, I don’t know what exactly you are looking for, Chance, but that’s all I can give you right now.”

“Thanks, Susan.”

“By the way, Chance, have you talked to Richard?  Apparently, he needs to speak with you about urgent matters.  He’s called me several times.”  She sounded concerned for Richard.

“Geez, Susan!  I owe him a fucking dollar!”

“You couldn’t just give him the $20?” Susan sighed, “…and your mom called too.  I’m invited to Christmas dinner again, even though you haven’t been in over five years.”

“What can I say, she liked you.”

“Well, your ex-wife is invited too.  You never said anything to her about us, did you?”  Her disappointment in me was almost visible.

“Gotta go…”

 

     

 

 

 

              

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Publication Date: 12-05-2011

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