Anthony Ainsworth & Lucas Vereline
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Hollow Words
Private Dick
Pulp
"That's fine," said Jimmy. The doughnuts were about a month and a half old. Jimmy just didn't happen to have the heart to throw away good food that could be used to poison his nephews. Jimmy walked to the back alley, grabbed the ladder and brought it back to the apartment where the suits were inhaling the rest of his doughnuts and drinking his expensive imported beer that Jimmy was saving for a special occasion.
Jimmy set up the ladder and climbed up to the roof where Sammy lay, curled up against a chimney enjoying the heat. Jimmy picked him up and carried him downstairs where the suits, having finished their dinner brushed the crumbs off their laps and stood up.
"You have to come with us," said the shortest one.
"Where are you going," asked Jimmy.
"You'll find out," said the short suit picking a crumb of doughnut off his pants. "We have a car downstairs."
Jimmy looked the three suits up and down. They all dressed in nice tailored black suits, white shirts and black ties and wore black sunglasses even though Jimmy�s apartment did not let in that much light. They came in three sizes. The large one took up the whole love seat that Jimmy had found in the alley and had large flabby bulldog jowls for a face; the medium one looked as though he worked out the most of all of them, in fact he was shaped much like a medium sized triangle with a suit cut to show as much off as possible; the small one had a small shriveled raisin face and Jimmy couldn�t tell how old he was, somewhere between the age of 30 and 75.
�I�m sorry but I have a lot of stuff to do today,� said Jimmy backing away trying to get his body in line with the door but the suits seemed to have the same idea and the large jowled one reached under his suit jacket.
�You have to come with us. I�m sorry. You don�t have a choice,� said the small raisin like suit. �What boss says is what we do and if you don�t come nicely our orders are to get you there in one piece and alive. How alive is up to you.�
Jimmy looked around for his shotgun but found that he had left it on the back porch so he jumped into the air and landed with a crash behind the love seat. He grabbed the first thing that he could put his hands on which happened to be a lamp and brandished it like a sword in front of his face, right in front of the barrel of a gun held by the fat suit. Jimmy looked left and saw the small shriveled one pointing what looked like a dart gun and before Jimmy could move any more the raisin pulled the trigger.
�Great investment this tranquilizer gun. Just knocks �em right out,� was the last thing that Jimmy heard.
