Hey There (You With The Gun In Your Hand) - Plot & Excerpts
“That was odd,” Jerry said, as we got into the Caddy. “What was?” “That guy,” he said. “Comin’ along when he did, doin’ what he did … odd.” “What are you saying?” Jerry shrugged and started the engine. “I’m just sayin’ it was odd.” When we got back to the house we still had work to do. We decided to leave the bloody blankets in the warehouse, among some cartons and tarps we found in a dark corner. Maybe the cops would never find them. But if they did, it’d just be another part of the puzzle for ’em to solve. At the house, we had to clean the blood out of the living room rug. We also had to decide what to do with the chair Jerry had been duct-taped to. It was well into the morning when we put away our buckets, sponges and mops. We had flushed gallons of bloody water down the toilet. I hoped to replace the products before my cleaning lady discovered they were gone. I also hoped the rug would dry before she showed up. I didn’t want her asking any questions.
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