The Axe Factor: A Jimm Juree Mystery (Jimm Juree Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
Room for Rant (real estate) I sat with the dogs on my veranda. Gogo was almost back to her old disagreeable self, growling at the other two. Sticky was chewing a shoe I didn’t recognize. Lieutenant Chompu was seated opposite me, raising his feet every time mange-ridden Beer nuzzled up to him. “Just kick her, Chom,” I said. “She’s a Thai dog. She’d appreciate the discipline.” “Right. And get mange-foot and have it slowly fall off.” “That’s leprosy. It’s one of the few diseases she hasn’t got.” “It’s nice to see you’re feeling chirpier.” It was three p.m. and we were on our second glass of Chilean red. The wind had died down and we were in another one of those ominous lulls. The prediction of a storm surge in our area had even made a TV appearance. “No,” I said. “Even before the wine, I was fine. I mean, I don’t have any claim over him. He can go where he likes whenever he wants. I just don’t see any point in pretending he’s in Bangkok when he’s actually here at his house.”
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