He was right. They did taste like chicken. They were so good I ordered another plate of frogs legs with nary a thought of how the poor frogs got around without any legs.
"Good, eh?" said Joe.
"Hrmph, mumph, dumph" I replied and then thought maybe I should wait to respond when my mouth wasn't full.
And I had a lot of questions for Joe and I hoped he wouldn't blow me off. Ha, ha, I thought. I made a funny. Joe Blow. Blow me off. Sometimes I killed myself.
"Bark, Bark, Bark, Bark…Bark, Bark, Bark, Bark."
What the hell? Is that coming from the kitchen? I didn't see dog on the menu. Just as I was about to ask Joe he said "Relax, Inspector, it's just my phone. I got this crazy bark app for my ring tone from someone called Lauren. You should have seen the look on your face. Don't worry, Jack, my phone's bark is worse than it's bite…ha, ha, ha."
He turned his head away from me to take the call. I washed the last of the frogs legs down with some saki and settled in for the conversation that was to come.
"That was my CHAOS associate" said Joe "and he had some interesting news to tell me about you, Jack."
"CHAOS? What's that?"
"Oh me and the boys have formed our own little underworld organization. Crazy Honkies And Other Slimeballs. You know, like Mr. Ford over there. We usually just use the acronym…for obvious reasons."
This was one crazy dude, I thought. Not unlike the Russian and American judges in Olympic ice dancing. I'd better be careful.
"Listen I appreciate the gratis frogs legs but let's get down to brass tacks. I'm investigating two murders and from what I've been told you had a role to play in both."
"That's what my associate just told me. The Amigos? I wouldn't waste the effort. They're pip-squeaks and no way would qualify as a crazy honkey or other slimeball."
"But I thought they were horning in on your drug business?"
"Yeah, so? They hardly made a dent. If you're looking for someone who wanted to knock them off try someone who swam with them at the bottom of their barrel."
Geez, some crooks talked funny I thought, using odd metaphors and such.
"Do you have anyone in particular in mind" I asked.
Find out who Joe has in mind tomorrow. Same place. Same blog. Until then, mosey on over to We Work For Cheese and see who I have in mind in terms of dealing with today's prompt.