If I had it to do over I wouldn't have picked up The Maltese Falcon and thrown it and maybe that would not have set in motion everything that happened after.
She was sitting at the bar in a blond wig wearing sunglasses and a cowboy hat drinking a tequila sunrise. Who are you hiding from? I asked. Everyone.
I told her what happened. Is he dead? She asked. I shot him twice. I said. That's not what I asked, she said. He's dead, I said. What about the girl? She asked. I tied her up, I said. She's going to be pissed.
We have to go back and get something, she said. Are you crazy? I asked. That depends.
On what? I asked. She smiled. Finish your drink, she said. We have a lot to do.
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