Day 17 of The Writing Thingy

I Faked It

"You Gouda?"

"I've been called worse."

Horse face had seen me in my dark corner of the Twelfth Night Pub and made a bee-line for my table. He didn't make a bzz-bzz noise. In fact he didn't make any noise at all. He just walked straight to my table.

"I hear you've been looking for me" says Horse face.

"You could say that, although unfortunately I don't know your name."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Trigger. Raynes Trigger."

He had to be kidding. A guy with a face like a horse is named Trigger? 

"So Raynes, can I call you Raynes?"

"Hey, don't pull back."

"Okay, great. So Raynes, what can you tell me about the untimely demise of the 3 Amigos?"

"If they're dead then they had it coming."

"What do you mean 'if'?"

"Well I ran into Lucky only yesterday and he said, and this is a direct quote: 'I faked it'."

"He said that?"

"Yep, and Dusty was with him and confirmed it."

"What about Ned?"

"Didn't you hear? Ned's dead."

"Ned's dead? Is that what you said?"

"That's what I said. Ned's dead. A bullet to the head."

"I don't get it."

"Someone knocked off Ned so Dusty and Lucky pretended they'd been topped too."

"But who?"

"Hey, you're the cop" Trigger brayed. "You figure it out."

Looks like I was headed in a different direction. Now I had to find Dusty and Lucky.

That was okay. I was getting pretty tired of this bar where all they spoke was Shakespearean English.

"Ha!" shouted the barkeep. "I faked it!"

Get yourself over to We Work For Cheese and see how the rest of my friends faked it today.