The Whack Job - An Eamonn Shute Short Story(3)
Author:Tony McFadden

    Steve smiled, perfect white teeth (laminates)gleaming in the light of the streetlights. “Plans, Eam. Thanksfor the offer, but I’ve got business still tonight, and I’mrunning a bit late.”

    Eamonn cocked an eyebrow. “That Astrid girl? She’s stunning, I’ll give you that.” He smiled. “You surelove living dangerously, mate. Her husband is almost as big as I amwith much less of this,” he grabbed a piece of his expanding waist.“You best watch yourself.”

    Steve laughed and slapped Eamonn on theshoulder. “Meeting an old friend of the family, as it were. Youwant to join me?”

    “Do you really want me to join you?” Eamonnheld both hands up in surrender. “No, no, no. Don’t answerthat. I’ve got to be going anyway. Breakfast date with Nicky at8:00. Eight! Can you believe it? That early? She’ll never learn.”

    Steve checked his watch. “Yeah, okay. Forthe best. Maybe next time. My love to Nicky.” He jogged acrossthe street and disappeared down a small side road off Collins.

    Eamonn didn’t realize it at the time,obviously, but that would be the last time he saw Steve alive.

    A bright and sunny Sunday morning, 8:00 a.m.,and Eamonn is sitting under an umbrella at a café on the beach. He’d been there early enough to be on his second cup of coffee, anddeep into a story in the Miami Herald, when Nicky showed up.

    “Morning sweetie. Thanks for getting here soearly.” She pulled out a chair opposite him and sat.

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