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“Good job,” Cagney grinned. “For an amateur.”
“If that’s a compliment, I accept,” Shannon said. “Dan brought your precious airplane back in one piece. Maybe next time you lend it out you should remove the Gatling Gun ammo.”
“Oops,” Cagney said. “You uh, didn’t............”
“No. We didn’t shoot up the countryside, although we were tempted. I’m out of here. I’m tired of Nevada. I want to go home and bask in the glory of my own greatness, and get drunker than I already am.”
“We’re looking for Collins,” Cagney said. “If we find him, he won’t be coming back from his vacation. He will talk before he dies, though.”
“My agent is on him too. I’ll call you if he locates the little rat. Meanwhile, I have to find this Jeff dude. I can’t wait to see who this guy is.”
“Me too. You find him, you bring him here. I’ll make him talk, too.”
“Water boarding, anyone?” Shannon smirked.
“I was thinking more in terms of introducing him to Larry. That loosens lips like you wouldn’t believe.”
“I take it that means you’ve done that before.”
“Who, me? Perish the thought. Hey, thanks for the help. I mean it.”
“Yeah. Think nothing of it.”
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
Greenwich, Connecticut
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“Well, well,” Tyler said as Shannon walked in. “Look who’s here.”
“And what are you doing in my house? Don’t you have a mansion of your own with 60,000 cases of beer?”
“Yes, but your accommodations are much more entertaining,” Tyler said. “The screaming maid, the wild dog, you know.”
“Yeah. I forgot how thrilling my life really is. I just spent five days with a real estate agent who used to work for the CIA or some other secret agency. We found all the nukes and had Cagney replace them with dummies,” Shannon said, looking at Betty. “Sorry. No offense.”
“None taken, Blondie,” Betty said.
“Blondie this,” Shannon said. “The rest is up to you, Deep Throat. I did my part, and I didn’t have to blow anybody. Maybe you can do the same.”
“What do you want me to do?” Betty said.
“Call Jeff. Find out who or where he is. This guy is somebody big. He has real power. You find him. Do NOT tell him his nukes are disabled.”
“Okay,” Betty shrugged. “I can handle that.”
“Where’s Coleman?” Shannon said, looking around. “I don’t have that much food. She must be eating out of the dog dish if she’s still here.”
Just then the downstairs toilet flushed, and Ann came out. “Oh, hello, Shannon,” she said innocently.
“Hi,” Shannon said. “I assume I can either call the EPA or the septic tank guy.”
“Just stay out of there for a few days,” Ann said as she sat down on the sofa. “Beer will do that to you. So, what’s new?”
“We’re all set,” Shannon said as she flopped own on the couch. She filled Ann in on all the details. “We got rid of the nukes. Now all we have to do is catch Jeff. Betty, get me a beer or ten.”
“Get your own...........okay,” Betty said, seeing the mean look on Shannon’s face. “Fucking place, what am I, a servant?”
“You got it,” Shannon said. “Until you provide that location, you are shit around here.”
“How did you manage to find the nukes?” Ann said.
“He hid them in shitty houses for sale that nobody would look at. I figured he’d do something like that. I got lucky, I found a realtor who used to work for the government. The rest was easy.”
“In other words, you didn’t do shit, the other guy did all the work,” Ann giggled.
“Just like your last sexual encounter,” Shannon said.
“Hey! Who talked?” Ann huffed. “Bastards can’t keep a secret no matter what. Betty, get this dummy Jeff on the line.”
Sunday, July 19, 2009