Sweet Dreams by Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir

Author:Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir [Murphy, Warren & Sapir, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Action & Adventure, Fiction, General, Suspense, Mystery & Detective, Thrillers, Modern fiction, Thriller, Fiction - General, Adventure, Men's Adventure, Crime & Thriller, Espionage, War & Military, Television, Computers, Performing Arts, Computer Simulation
Publisher: ereads.com
Published: 2010-01-11T10:15:01+00:00

"Remo, wake up." Smith's voice was like ice in the darkened hotel room.

He heard a snicker from Chiun, sleeping on his grass mat in the center of the floor. Then Remo's voice:

"You came up the steps, instead of using the elevator. Probably so you wouldn't make any noise. You tripped on the second step from the top of the landing. Just before you opened the door to this floor you coughed. You jingled in your pocket looking for the room key before you found out the door was open. And now you tell me, wake up. I ask you. How's somebody supposed to sleep if you keep making all this racket?"

"Do not abuse the emperor," Chiun told Remo in the dark. "He was very quiet."

"Yeah? Then why are you awake?"

"I heard your breathing change," Chiun said. "I thought perhaps you had been attacked by a flying hamburger. I was going to come to your rescue."

"Oh, blow it out your ears, Little Father," Remo said. "Well, what is it, Smitty?"

"Do you mind if I turn on a light? I don't like to talk to people I can't see."

"Learn to see in the dark," Remo said. "Oh, go ahead, turn on the light. My night's sleep is shot anyway."

When Smith turned on the light, Remo sat up on the couch and turned toward him. Like a slow puff of steam, Chiun rose from his sleeping mat until he was in a lotus position looking at Smith.

"Well, what is it?" Remo said.

"I thought you might want to look at a house," Smith said.

"At this hour? What real estate agent is showing houses at this hour?" Remo asked.

It wasn't really being shown by a real estate agent, Smith explained. Actually, the house wasn't even on the market yet. But it probably would be soon. And anyway, Smith just kind of wanted to get an idea of the type of house Remo wanted.

There were a lot of etceteras and Smith's car was rolling toward the guardhouse outside the main entrance to Edgewood University when Remo began to suspect he had been euchred.

The guard stepped out from the booth and waved the salmon-colored Volkswagen to a halt.

"We want to see Professor Wooley," Smith said.

"Sorry. I've got orders to admit no one but students until tomorrow."

Remo leaned out the window. "It's all right, officer," he said. "He's the head of a super-secret organization that safeguards our country's freedom from domestic insurrection."

"Remo. Please," Smith said.

"Hah?" the guard said.

"And I'm a secret assassin with more deaths on my hands that I can count. Deaths, that is, not hands," Remo said.

"Remo, stop," Smith said.

"Yeah, sure, buddy," the guard said, taking a step back toward the booth to be able to reach the phone.

"Wait, don't go," Remo said. "I'd like you to meet Chiun, reigning Master of Sinanju, and a man who could be a household word, if you could find a household interested in talking about kvetches."

"I think you all better just turn around and get out of here," the guard said.

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