you and will evans should get together, buddy barker said with a sad smile.
it’s time for a change, vince gray agreed unenthusiastically.
al hodgkins does not like that sort of thing, zena parfrey interjected.
i guess we better start over from scratch.
draw up a plan then, and leave it on my desk in the morning, buddy said to vince.
what have i gotten myself into, vince gray wondered.
he looked around.
will evans. buddy barker, and zena parfrey were acting like nothing had happened.
al hodgkins looked down at his knees.
george tolliver kept munching on his supersized candy bar,
and charlie robinson stared into space in the way that he had.
i will catch you guys tomorrow, al hodgkins said, and got up and left.
vince gray had put his whole future and all his grand plans to conquer the universe at risk, and nobody even cared.
he decided he needed a drink.
nodding to the others, he put his coat and hat on and started down the back stairs.
he took the back stairs, because he knew iggy axman was still looking for him.
when he got outside he remembered that all the bars were closed except from eight to midnight under the new crackdown by the new district attorney, fred o’rourke.
shaking his head sadly, he absently walked around to the front of the building instead of continuing down the alleyway to where he could come out on main street.
and ran straight into iggy axman.
well, ain’t this a pleasant surprise, iggy axman greeted him with a big grin.
can i help you, vince gray extemporized.
i think we both know the answers to that one, don’t we, iggy axman chuckled unamiably.
listen, i got a good thing going. it just came up.
just came up in your head.
no, al hodgkins has a special job for me. you can call him and ask him.
i will do just that, iggy axman sneered, taking his phone out of the breast pocket of his white seersucker suit.
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