Lethal People - John Locke

Another one said, “Know what I’m gonna do with my hunnerd?”

“What’s that?” I said.

“I’m gonna go to a fancy bar and get drunk on the finest whiskey money can buy.”

I nodded.

The second guy said, “I’m gonna get me some pussy. Been a long time since I’ve had pussy.”

I handed all three of them another hundred dollars and said, “Now all three of you can get drunk and get some pussy.”

The third one said, “I’m a woman, you dumb shit.”

One of the others said, “Mm hmm, you right, Agnes. He is a dumb shit.”

I was about to apologize, but my cell phone rang. I waved goodbye to my new friends and climbed back in the car to take the call.

“Mr. Creed … I’ve got … some … good news … and some … bad news.”

“Hi, Victor,” I said. “Bad news first.”

“The social … experi … ment has … run its … course,” he said.

“I’m okay with that,” I said. I’d known it was just a matter of time before we got to a bunch of leads that were already dead. “What’s the good news?”

“I’ve got … another … idea … that is … in … credi … ble and … I want … you to … partici … pate.”

“Is there money in it for me?”

“Lots.”

“Will this interfere with your plans for world conquest?”

“It might … delay … them some … but it … will be … fasci … nating. In fact … it is … the most … amazing … thing … you will … ever hear … in your … life!”

“I’m listening,” I said.

He told me.

And when I heard it, I had to agree.

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