Binge Killer by Chris Bauer

Binge Killer by Chris Bauer

Author:Chris Bauer [Bauer, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severn River Publishing
Published: 2019-09-30T16:00:00+00:00


Out of the shower. My shoulder muscles were tight, my upper arms throbbing like I’d just left the gym. No punches were thrown back at the diner, so there was no damage to my face. I rubbed muscle ointment on my shoulders and back. Greaseless and odorless, my ass; smelled worse than original Bengay. Tess and Fungo stayed on the other side of my room, keeping their distance. They knew not to look for any pats from me whenever I slathered myself up like this. I pulled on another camouflage tee and some clean jeans, then a red blouse over the tee. My eyes wandered to the scrapbook on the dresser. The one with Andy’s father’s picture in it.

Maurice Prudhomme.

Let’s get a closer look at you, Maurice.

Thirty-two years old when you died. Prominent crow’s feet. A forehead so wrinkled and dirty from the mines, you could have passed for a mentally ill senior living on the streets. A taut body, arms like suspension bridge cables, much like Andy’s. Big, square shoulders. Shoulders, your blank face was saying, that accepted the weight placed on them, that of nurturing a struggling young family’s dreams of bettering itself. You weren’t a complainer; you were a doer. A protector. You were the type of father a kid looked up to, aspired to, emulated. Well honed, physically and mentally, for your lot in life.

In this picture we could see all this in you, Maurice, and validated twice over in the person of your wife and your son. And I wanted badly to fist bump you for whatever it was that you or a coal-miner buddy of yours did for me today inside that pothole, but a verbal equivalent directed at your one-dimensional likeness was all we had to go with.

“Thank you, Maurice.”

I affixed my Glock, handcuffs, keys, phone, and wallet to various body parts, patted my fuzzy keychain. My untucked blouse hid whatever didn’t go into a pocket.

I planned to visit a bowling alley full of seniors tonight, women mostly, to be correct. Not quite a reason to expect Mr. Linkletter to show there but hey, the place would be busy and the guy liked to gamble. At one time or another, if he were still in the area, he would stop in. Tonight could be as good a time as ever.

I added an ankle gun, plus I’d add a taser and some pepper spray when I got out to the van. Best not to be underdressed. The Suzuki needed to remain sidelined. My two deputies though, they were entirely welcome.

“Ready, team?”

Tess whimpered, my shepherd Fungo farted, neither moved in the direction of my beckoning fingers. Their way of saying wash that ointment off your hands first, Momma. Which I did as best as I could, then I lassoed them with their leashes and we headed out.



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