Jimmy Plush, Teddy Bear Detective by Cook Garrett

Author:Cook, Garrett [Cook, Garrett]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Eraserhead Press
Published: 2011-08-29T07:00:00+00:00

I was feeling tired, angry, sad. Dead inside. I was feeling like I was stuffed with lead and roaches instead of cotton. Chang had offered to sew up my stitches, but I didn’t feel whole, so there was no reason to look that way, no reason to act like it would heal. Nothing was going to heal me but Vic Halperin’s heart in my hand so I could squeeze the blood out like he’d done to me.

“Chang is worried, most honored Mister Plush. Chang does not believe that Halperin was behind the incident.”

I slapped him, then I pistol-whipped him in the face.

“Chang does not tell most honored Mister Plush how to be a detective. This trench coat, this hat, this phony goddamn job are all most honored Mister Plush has! And most honored Mister Plush is going to take it out of the man that took it from him. Who did Hatbox owe so much money to? Halperin. Who made my girlfriend a whore? Halperin! Who makes this town too damn dismal to live in? Victor Halperin, that’s who!”

It’s a sad state of affairs when a man is almost too tired for a massacre.

“You’re going to lose all your stuffing.” That was all he said. Made me mad. Made me want to hit him again. But damned if he wasn’t the only one looking out for me now.

“Get the bag from the car.”

“And the sewing kit?”

“No time for that.”

“Everyone has time to stay alive.”

I shook my head.

“Halperin and his mooks don’t. So get me the damn bag from the car.”

Chang got the damn bag. I grabbed a wad of stuffing and shoved it in. I don’t think it was in there particularly tight, but I couldn’t care less about all that. There was nothing I wouldn’t mind losing except for a chance at revenge.

I kicked open the door and shot the maître d’ in the gut.

“Is there something…” He was holding his gunshot wound, but didn’t cease to be a perfect maître d’.

“Yeah, there’s something you can do for me. Take your hand off the wound. I gutshot you because I wanted to see ya bleed. Don’t disappoint a little bear with a gun who wants nothing more than to kill you. You might live if you crawl bleeding to your boss. If you don’t crawl and you ain’t bleeding, you won’t live.”

The maître d’ got down on his wounded belly and started to crawl to the back of the restaurant. Nobody stood up. Everyone here knew where they were eating and knew that it was just a matter of time before something like this happened. Some of them were also smart enough to know that when I start shooting, I don’t like to stop. It’s one of my less pleasant features. Today, I really didn’t feel like putting my best foot forward.

Halperin himself didn’t come out with the crawling Maître d’. Instead, his right and left hand men, Johnny Hideous and Skinny Valentine did.

“You got a problem, Plush?” Hideous asked with an impressive sneer.

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