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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 166 of 307 Nececito un trago de mescal. Se me ayuda a pensar mejor. "Siempre con un trago de mescal. No tenemos tiempo para beber. Necesitamos pensar." ' At about six that evening I called Steve. "You staying on this thing or what?" "Yeah, I'm on it but I guess you need to know something." "You screwed something up. What? What could you screw up?" "I went to that Star Trek Adventure thing." "Bet it wasn't as nice as the elevator lady's boobies." "Sariah's kid was there and he recognized me from when I was loitering around the mailboxes this morning." "Great shit on fire! What the hell did you do?" "I couldn't do anything. I just talked to him. We killed Borg together. "You played like you were killing aliens with Sariah's son?" "I'm afraid it's worse than that." "Nephi, nothing could be worse than that, except maybe telling the little darling that you are a paid detective who has been watching these people and trying to find out where they live. Tell me you didn't do that? Was Sariah there?" "Yes." "Crabshit and creme salad!" I couldn't help but snicker. "Do you think this is funny goddamnit!" |