Nice girls don’t lie, either. We can’t be too tardy or the customers will go elsewhere. Indian Sex Mike nods in the affirmative and proceeds towards the bathroom to wash up for supper. Who was he?” Mike gestures, “You know, the guy who was murdered?”
The officer follows him into the kitchen and asks if he might sit at the table. Mike snorts and says, “Not on my couch, you don’t.”
They all laugh and Mike pours martinis. Mike says, “Thanks, Shelly. I got a crate in the Okanogan yesterday. You mustn’t lie. I didn’t question the fact and I don’t know if they were referring to cannabis or hard stuff. Mike and Marlene watch them from the kitchen window. She looks up and says, “It’s okay. Around eight, did you say?”
“Yep, I’ll make sure I have fixings for martinis. He turns on the radio in the kitchen to catch the eleven-o-clock news. Chauffe, eh? He opens the door to an RCMP Officer, who asks him if his name is Mike Claymore. He could be in Calgary by now.”
Jeff shudders and says, “How can you talk about such things in such a calm professional way?
