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“Won’t Elfrida object?”
“Elfrida’s not home. She visited her hubby in jail yesterday, and then she went home and thought things through, and then she packed a bag and took off for parts unknown. Home to Mama, maybe. Or home to Palm Beach. I guess she didn’t want to stick around for the notoriety.”
“I can dig that.” She cocked her head and there was a faraway look in her eye. “He’s got it coming,” she said. “The bastard killed his mistress and he’s not going to serve time for it. I remember when you were describing the house to me, Bern. You said you wanted to back up a truck onto the front lawn and steal everything from the chandeliers down to the rugs.”
“I had the impulse.”
“Is that what you’re go
“No.”
“You’re just taking the coat?”
“Well…”
“You said there was jewelry, didn’t you? Maybe you can find something to replace Gert Bli
“The thought had crossed my mind.”
“And there’s a coin collection.”
“I remember the coin collection, Carolyn.”
“I remember the other things you mentioned. Are you going to take the Pontiac?”
“I think that might be pushing my luck.”
“You’ll steal some other car, then.”
“I suppose so.”
“Take me with you.”
“Huh?”
“Why not?” She leaned forward, laid a hand on my arm. “Why the hell not, Bern? I can help. I didn’t get in the way when we stole Randy’s Polaroid, did I?”
“We borrowed Randy’s Polaroid.”
“Bullshit. We stole it. Then we happened to give it back when we were done with it. If you look at it that way, I’m an old hand at this breaking-and-entering business. Take me along, Bern. Please? I’ll get rubber gloves and cut the palms out, I’ll pass up my after-work drink, I’ll do anything you say. Please?”
“Jesus,” I said. “You’re… you’re an honest citizen, Carolyn. No record. A respectable position in the community.”
“I wash dogs, Bern. Big hairy deal.”
“There’s a risk.”
“Screw the risk.”
“And I always work alone, see. I never use a partner.”
“Oh.” Her face fell. “Well, that’s it, then. I didn’t think of it that way. I’d probably be a drag anyway, wouldn’t I? It’s okay, Bern. I don’t mind.”
“No drink after work.”
“Not a drop. I can come?”
“And you can’t ever tell a soul. Not Randy, not some future lover. Nobody.”
“My lips are sealed. Are you serious? I can come?”
I shrugged. “What the hell,” I said. “You were handy the other night. You might be useful to have around.”
About the Author
A Mystery Writers of America Grand Master, LAWRENCE BLOCK is a four-time wi