Call Her Marlo: “Something Rotten” — Part Four

Back again! With another exciting episode or part or whatever.

And this continues the story from here. Which was adapted from this.

So, here we go!

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I put as much distance as I could between myself and the Bobbsey Twins. They didn’t bother me further. Guess they had their hands full with the business of killing or maiming Hamlet.

But King Claudius made sure that Dumber and Dumbest were not followed. After the tracker stopped moving I drove to its location and found the muscle car in a warehouse parking lot. So much for tracking two scumbags bearing ill intent for my client. Now, I had fewer leads than Willie Loman if he’d wandered into a David Mamet play.

So I took a brief powder. I stopped in at my favorite diner and treated myself to a good cup o’ joe, while I thought over my next move. Item One: Track down my client, who seemed to have ghosted me. I pondered ways to accomplish this as I read the paper and sipped coffee.

The server, a middle-aged man with a youngish man’s bod, came by my booth to offer a refill. I accepted that along with the nice view of his backside as he strolled behind the counter again.