By Stephen J. Cannell
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She squeezed my hand. " "I'll be waiting," I told her. " she asked. " "I hope it's not Hitch. " But the truth was, I'd been worrying about that ever since Sally told me she was taking another home leave. Sumner Hitchens had been bouncing between partners, hitting the guardrail, getting slapped to the center, and ringing all the tilt buzzers, before ending back in the return tray like the kinetically overshot pinball he was. We were currently the only two unattached detectives at Homicide Special.
Scuse the mess," Dunbar mumbled as he led me upstairs to the large master suite. The bedroom looked like a bomb had gone off in a men's store. I followed him over to a table littered with a ton of debris. 50 caliber, water-cooled, antique Browning Model 1809 machine gun from World War I. It was sitting on a low tripod stand. " I asked. It looked like an art piece, a decorative table base for gun freaks or Rambo fans. It was undoubtedly welded in place and missing the firing pin. I was starting to fantasize about smacking this little chump.
The Prostitutes' Ball by Stephen J. Cannell