Swimming
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Murder At Bcon
I decided to take a late night/early
morning stroll to see if I could kick some of my hangover so I could start
drinking again with the roofers, dump the rest of Mulligan’s books and
get the fuck out of town. I’d already lost $1.75 on the slots. There
were a few people standing near the pool. Even though one of the guys had
long, thick, blond hair tied back, I could recognize that state trooper
hat about a mile away. I switched into silent approach mode, usually used
for sneaking into places I ain’t supposed to be.
I think they put blue dye in
the pool to make it look better. But now it had a pink tinge, reminding
me of the color of the Caribbean right after the sharks took to the bodies
of the pirates we had just blown away (Murder
in the Caymans). This time the blood appeared to be coming from a body
floating upside down. I noticed that someone from an infamous detective
discussion group was trying to nose in, no doubt to raise her fucking profile
in the newsgroup as fast as her stubby ass could go. I was in the process
of slinking away so as to not interfere with my soon to come morning coffee,
when I swore I heard my name. Now that’s not out of the ordinary but this
time, the person wasn’t busting his lungs.
“I’m sure the Inspector told
me Bruno was to be here. Find him now.”
As some of you know, I’m always
anxious to help the authorities so I stepped forward, no curiosity involved.
“I’m Bruno. There probably aren’t
too many others here except ones that have already changed their names.”
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