Even The Wind: A Jonas Brant Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
He consumed the dog and the bun in gulps. The proprietor, a middle aged man with dark skin and a pitted complexion, watched with a look of mild admiration as Brant inhaled the food. ``You may want to go easy there buddy. Better yet, want another?’’ ``Nah, this is fine,’’ Brant said, holding the dog aloft as ketchup dribbled onto his hand. ``You got another napkin?’’ ``Here.’’ Brant wiped his fingers and tossed the soiled napkin into the garbage can beside the truck. Warm air billowed from the open grill. The owner wiped his hands on a greasy apron. ``Gonna go to 90. This place’ll be butt cheek to butt cheek in another hour or so. You police?’’ Brant smiled. ``How’d you know?’’ The other man shrugged. ``You cops. You’re all the same. It’s the way you walk. You know, like you own the place or something.’’ ``Is that right?’’ ``Sure. I see it all the time. Not that it does any good around here.’’ Brant appraised the man. ``What do you mean?’’ ``Kid got shot right over there last week.’’ The man pointed in the direction of the lifeguard stand.
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