My Dead Body by Charlie Huston

Author:Charlie Huston
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: Detective, Private investigators, New York (State), Vampires, Mystery & Detective, Fantasy fiction, Fiction - Mystery, Private investigators - New York (State) - New York, Pitt, Hard-Boiled, Fiction, American Contemporary Fiction - Individual Authors +, New York, Suspense, Mystery & Detective - Hard-Boiled, Thrillers, Mystery fiction, Manhattan (New York, General, Joe (Fictitious character), N.Y.)
ISBN: 9780345495891
Publisher: Random House, Inc.
Published: 2009-10-13T06:51:04.704000+00:00

Joe Pitt 5 - My Dead Body

I nod.

--Still, you got moves, Ter. May not use them much anymore, but you got ‘em.

He takes a black watch cap from the desktop, puts it on, tucks his ponytail up inside.

--Some skills, you just acquire them. Doesn’t mean you revel in them or anything. The times taught me what I had to do.

--Funny, I got the idea old lady Vandewater taught you what to do back when you trained to be an enforcer.

He rests the butt of the gun on the floor, barrel against his knee.

--History makes us, forges us, we hone the edge. I was shaped to be a weapon for the Coalition, but I chose to cut the other way. You take what is given you, and you use it. Chubby’s daughter and her baby.

--Yeah, how’d you get along with her?

He rubs his forehead.

--I’ll admit she, you know, taxed the limits of my sense of humor.

--Relentless with that shit.

--Totally relentless.

--But you talked it right back at her, didn’t you? He smiles.

--Dear lady, urgency is on the wind. We must act.

--Nice.

--It didn’t help. She, I don’t know, got it in her head that she’d be better off somewhere else. I think running is just in her, you know, her personal script. Part of her drama. A shame. Infected and uninfected. That baby. There is real potential in that kind of narrative. I’m sure she’ll see it.

--Or maybe she’s already sensed you’re a two-faced asshole.

He pings a fingernail off the barrel of his gun, but doesn’t say anything.

I find my tobacco.

--Me, I’m not worried about you selling us out, Terry. I figure you’ve done that at least a half-dozen times over the years. Made some backdoor deal with Predo. That’s the way of the world. Like presidents and prime ministers, right? In the end, they all went to the same schools, speak the same lingo. Us peons, we just don’t understand how it’s done. So they do it for our own good. Screwing us, I mean. You and Predo, studying together with Vandewater, once I had that figured, I knew where you stood. Mean, I knew from way back you’re full of shit, but it was only the last couple years I knew you’re just another player.

He pokes his index finger in the barrel, pulls it out with a little pop.

--If there’s a point here, Joe, I have a ton of details to take care of. You know.

I got a cigarette rolled. Lighting it with a punk of incense makes the first drag taste foul, but it improves after that.

--Just that things seem to be closing out is all. And, like you said a while back, I’m a curious type. Things left unanswered, they make me itchy. Speaking of which.

I pick a flake of tobacco from my tongue.

--I was thinking how the Horde kid’s crazy dad isolated the zombie bacteria.

He purses his lips, makes the gun barrel pop again.

I smoke.

--That whole deal where he made those nutty dentures that injected the goop into someone and infected them.

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