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For the first time in years I was happy to see the sun come up.
With it came traffic, chasing away the hired guns in cheap suits that had been tramping around the woods that lined the road, kicking piles of leaves in an attempt to find me. Keeping back in the trees, I hoof it towards where the cars are coming from, and after a few minutes a sign politely informs me that I'm entering Jasper.
Most maps claim that Hell is located in south-east Michigan, but I knew better. When I was still living in the midwest, I had been in a long-distance relationship which consisted mainly of me driving out to Jasper on weekends to argue with a very attractive brunette. Great for the psyche, I'm sure, but better than sitting in and watching TV. Time to see if the old bird's skipped town yet.
I take a left at Heichelbech's and in ten minutes I'm waiting for Alice to answer her doorbell. When she does, it's with a sneering "Oh," the kind of disgust packed into one syllable that's usually reserved for finding a drowned rat in the toilet.
Just like old times.
"Hey doll, mind if I borrow your car?" Best to keep them off balance.
"WHAT are you doing here? It's not even seven yet... and what happened to your clothes?"
"What I'm doing here is enjoying a little road trip to find out why a man was killed. All that happened to my clothes, and face, thanks for noticing, babe, is that someone does not want me doing any finding out. About that car..."
Her face hardens when she realises I wasn't kidding before. "Not even a chance... you're lucky I don't just throw you out now."
I decide to push the luck, trying my best to put on an ingratiating smile and say, "At the very least, you could offer me some toast and coffee."
I knew she would. As soon as she walks into the kitchen I yank the keys off of the hook on the wall and bolt out the door to where her Pontiac was waiting for me.
You'd think dating me would have taught her something about sociopathic behavior. I can't help it if she doesn't learn from her mistakes.
With it came traffic, chasing away the hired guns in cheap suits that had been tramping around the woods that lined the road, kicking piles of leaves in an attempt to find me. Keeping back in the trees, I hoof it towards where the cars are coming from, and after a few minutes a sign politely informs me that I'm entering Jasper.
Most maps claim that Hell is located in south-east Michigan, but I knew better. When I was still living in the midwest, I had been in a long-distance relationship which consisted mainly of me driving out to Jasper on weekends to argue with a very attractive brunette. Great for the psyche, I'm sure, but better than sitting in and watching TV. Time to see if the old bird's skipped town yet.
I take a left at Heichelbech's and in ten minutes I'm waiting for Alice to answer her doorbell. When she does, it's with a sneering "Oh," the kind of disgust packed into one syllable that's usually reserved for finding a drowned rat in the toilet.
Just like old times.
"Hey doll, mind if I borrow your car?" Best to keep them off balance.
"WHAT are you doing here? It's not even seven yet... and what happened to your clothes?"
"What I'm doing here is enjoying a little road trip to find out why a man was killed. All that happened to my clothes, and face, thanks for noticing, babe, is that someone does not want me doing any finding out. About that car..."
Her face hardens when she realises I wasn't kidding before. "Not even a chance... you're lucky I don't just throw you out now."
I decide to push the luck, trying my best to put on an ingratiating smile and say, "At the very least, you could offer me some toast and coffee."
I knew she would. As soon as she walks into the kitchen I yank the keys off of the hook on the wall and bolt out the door to where her Pontiac was waiting for me.
You'd think dating me would have taught her something about sociopathic behavior. I can't help it if she doesn't learn from her mistakes.