Boca Mournings excerpt (2)
“I see we had an accident here,” she said diplomatically.
“No, this was deliberate,” I said honestly.
She looked uncertainly at me then pointed. “You’re him, aren’t you?”
“Who?”
“The Knight guy?”
“Do you like the Knight guy?”
“I love him,” she gushed.
“I’m him.” I held out my hand and she took it.
Frank rolled his eyes.
“Joy Feely meet Eddie Perlmutter,” Frank said, making the introductions. “Joy does our computer upgrades and maintenance.”
“You don’t look like a cop,” I said, thinking she looked more like a ferret with a great woman’s body.
Joy and I shook hands. “I’m not a cop,” she said. “I have my own business but the police department gives me a lot of work.”
“Well, your job description doesn’t include cleaning up broken glass,” Frank told her.
“I don’t mind helping Fred,” Joy said, referring to the janitor.
“You’re overworked already,” Frank said.
“This cleanup won’t take much time,” she told us.
The intercom rang and Frank picked up the phone.
“Mrs. Buford is in my office, Eddie,” he said. “She wants to meet with you again.”
“But I almost killed her husband just now.”
“Maybe she wants to thank you,” Frank said, taking a shot.
We left Joy Feely and Fred to clean up my mess.
Mrs. Buford sat in Frank’s office, her hands folded in her lap. She looked sad and embarrassed. Frank went to sit behind his desk. I remained standing.
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