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Show 3k "It's terrific to know I've got burglars around the corner," said Fogarty, taking a thoughtful drink of his beer. "You meet them all in your work, don't you? Crooks, crazies, naked ladies." "Not enough of the last." A smile began to spread on Malone's face. "You're leading up to something." "Maybe. You deliver to the Newgate, don't you?" "That falling-down piece of shit called a building which you allegedly manage? Of course I do." "You know apartment number five, at the end of the hall?" "Young chick with a nice ass and biker friends." "A biker brother," said Fogarty. He had never before mentioned Sparkle to Malone. Malone would tell him that no matter what he was doing with her, he was making a big mistake. "What's her name?" asked Fogarty. "She's your tenant," said Malone. "You tell me." "But she's on your route, right?" "Okay, I'll bite." Malone's teeth gleamed in the semi-dark of the Hi-Brau. "It's Sparkle." "Ah yes, but what's her real name?" "Can't tell you." "Won't?" "Can't." "She never gets mail under any other name?" asked Fogarty. "Rarely gets mail at all. But naturally I noticed the blue Magic Marker on her box. Real cute. Leaves her door open. There's a reason you're asking." |
