Liars
The breeze was almost non-existent. The sand beneath my feet was warm but not baking as it sometimes could be. And the ocean crept gently to the shore, it's waves whispering quietly upon the beach.
That's right. I'd tracked Dusty and Lucky Amigo to Panama where - stop me if you've heard this before - the sun shone brightly every day and the temperature crested at about 90F. But I digress.
I found the Amigos in a beach front bar sipping on fruity drinks with little umbrellas in them. They were easy to spot. Their funny Mexican sombreros stood out a mile away. I called for a Corona, pulled up a chair and sat down.
"You're a really gooda detective to track us down here" said Dusty and the two of them dissolved into giggles at Dusty's little joke.
"Yeah, yeah, everyone's a comedian. But you guys are a couple of liars. Actually, you're a couple of outliars."
"Outliars?" said Dusty. "What the heck you talking about?"
"An outliar is someone who convincingly lies about their level of success. Like you guys. Usually, after about 10,000 hours or so an outliar more or less becomes an expert liar about how successful they are."
"But we're crooks," says Lucky "Of course we're gonna lie."
"My point exactly. Now let's cut the crap and and tell me about who killed Ned dead and why you misfits faked your murders?"
"Outliars?" said Dusty. "What the heck you talking about?"
"An outliar is someone who convincingly lies about their level of success. Like you guys. Usually, after about 10,000 hours or so an outliar more or less becomes an expert liar about how successful they are."
"But we're crooks," says Lucky "Of course we're gonna lie."
"My point exactly. Now let's cut the crap and and tell me about who killed Ned dead and why you misfits faked your murders?"
"We had to fake our deaths," said Lucky. "Once Ned was dead we were filled with dread that the same person might just put a gun to our heads and kill us in our beds."
"But who?" I asked. "He killed Ned and he killed Bird my snitch. Poor Bird went out on a limb to give me information but his killer flew the coup, you might say."
"You said it, not us" chirped Lucky.
Said Dusty "It's got to be Joe Blow. He's the biggest guy in the drug scene that we're aware of and he didn't like us horning in on his business."
"And just where do I find this Joe Blow drug magnate guy?"
"He hangs out back home in Chinatown; has a restaurant there called Sum Yung Guy Hung Fook Hing Low."
Boy, I'm glad Chief Silver was paying my travel expenses. Air fare to and from Panama wasn't cheap, not to mention all the bars and restaurants I'd visited.
Hey, it's a tough job but someone has to do it.
Hey, it's a tough job but someone has to do it.
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Trust me, people will get pissed if only to get your Gouda.
And the name Joe Blow is killing me!