Metalocalypse, Season 3

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datatime: 2022-09-25 17:18:47 Author:nTSaNehF

She stopped dead, frozen in a kind of horror. I started to tear the pictures up into strips. I grinned at her.

There was a sound in the background. I swung around and saw the door click shut. I was alone in the room.

There was a sound in the background. I swung around and saw the door click shut. I was alone in the room.

She stood away from the chair and took a couple of steps backward. Then suddenly she giggled.

"A cheap shyster," I said. "Well, what would you expect. I don't have any brothers or sisters to sell out. So I sell out my clients."

She stood rigid and glaring. I finished my tearing-up job and lit the scraps of paper in the tray.

I didn't say anything. I relit my pipe.

"You had one thing to sell," I said. "You knew where Orrin was. To Steelgrave that information was worth a grand. Easy. It's a question of connecting up evidence. You wouldn't understand. Steelgrave went down there and killed him. He paid you the money for the address."

I poked at the paper with a pencil to keep it burning. She came slowly, step by step, to the desk and her eyes were fixed on the little smoldering heap of torn prints.

I was still holding the packet of photos. I struck a match and dropped the negative into the ash tray and watched it flare up.

There was a sound in the background. I swung around and saw the door click shut. I was alone in the room.

"You had one thing to sell," I said. "You knew where Orrin was. To Steelgrave that information was worth a grand. Easy. It's a question of connecting up evidence. You wouldn't understand. Steelgrave went down there and killed him. He paid you the money for the address."

The small head jerked up. The light glinted on the glasses. There were no eyes behind them.

"Who could prove it?" she half squealed. "Who's alive to prove it? You? Who are you? A cheap shyster, a nobody." She went off into a shrill peal of laughter. "Why even twenty dollars buys you."

"I could tell them who shot Steelgrave," I said. "Because I know who didn't. They might believe me."

"Amigo, are you all right?"

"Amigo, are you all right?"

"Don't worry," I said. "I'm not going to. It wouldn't cost me enough. And it would cost somebody else too much."

"What did you sell Steelgrave for the grand?"

"Amigo, are you all right?"

"I could tell them who shot Steelgrave," I said. "Because I know who didn't. They might believe me."

Her mouth fell open and she looked ugly. She closed her lips and pressed them together. It was a tight hard little face that I was looking at.

The color flowed away from her face. and left her as pale as ice. Her mouth quivered, then tightened up hard into a little knot. She pushed her chair back and leaned forward to get up.

"You had one thing to sell," I said. "You knew where Orrin was. To Steelgrave that information was worth a grand. Easy. It's a question of connecting up evidence. You wouldn't understand. Steelgrave went down there and killed him. He paid you the money for the address."

I was still holding the packet of photos. I struck a match and dropped the negative into the ash tray and watched it flare up.

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