Crunched the wafer-ice on the pot-holes ‘Who told you about my son?’ I said. She made to start the engine, we were finished. ‘Your wife must be very worried,’ she said. Yeah, Cora, but I knew Rose would screw a stiletto in your lovely ear before she would ask you the time of day. ‘I know Rose didn’t speak to you.’ I forced it neutral. ‘Who told you about it? Ferdy? Gallogly?’ Cora lent right across my lap to open my door. We were finished here. Fine by me. Half out the door, right foot cracked the ice wafer glazing the pot-hole, felt the hand on my wrist again. ‘How about George Oliver?’ she said, softer now. Took me a second to recall the name. ‘Sorry Cora,’ I said. ‘Nobody ever heard of him.’ Squeezed a little harder. ‘You sure about that, Con?’ she said. ‘Not even Jack Gallogly? He doesn’t know George Oliver?’ That’s what Gallogly had told me, if he had told me anything. I couldn’t remember exactly what he had said, more important things on my mind. But Cora wasn’t on a phishing trip, wasn’t her style. ‘Just tell me straight what the deal is with George Oliver, Cora,’ I said. ‘Because I don’t have time to play second-guess games right now. Had an ‘incident’ with my son, you know?’ Cora clicked her fingers and pointed at the door. ‘Let’s go some place,’ she said. ‘We need to talk about the George Oliver deal.’ https://youtube/watch?v=hHNSsktnvcw
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 20:35:42 +0000
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