When I got to the Superclub (“Where Swells Rub Up Against Gunsters”) I spied, by the badstand ,two shifty workers.
One was Hap Nelson, Grandtheft Otto’s ex pinched muscle, alias Jimmy The Reek and next to the Reek was little Mr. Scupper, late of the Dolly Roger.
They both looked flush with funs.
When they headed for the storage room, I was unlike a bear, not fur behind.
What I saw when I booted open the door, was Tall, unable to come to the phone because she was all tied up.
I also saw a sword and a pistole pointed my direction.
“Whats wrong, Glumshoe, asked Hap, “gat got your tongue?
Everyone knows you don’t carry, planning to pun us to death?”
I started shaking like a martini.
Then the lights went out.