The Whack Job - An Eamonn Shute Short Story(9)
Author:Tony McFadden

    “Let’s go Nicky.” He took her hand andstarted back down the beach. “Our day’s plans have been set. Ineed to see the detective in a couple of hours at the station.”

    “Why?”

    “That was Steve Sheppard. Beat to death, bythe looks of it. I’m one of the last people to see him last night,so they’d like to have a chat with me.”

    “Whoa, whoa, Eamonn. Steve? You’re sure?”

    He looked at her. “Sure that he’s dead orsure that I saw him late last night?” He stopped walking. “Sorry.I’m sure of both. He left me last night around 11:30 to go to a‘meeting’. I thought it was a lady friend, but I doubt thebruises on his body were from a woman. He was well and trulyflogged. ‘Course, if it was the lady friend I thought it was, shehas a brute for a husband. I wonder what the little shit got himselfinto this time. You know, he asked if I wanted to go with him lastnight. I should have.” He scrubbed his face with his hands. “Ineed a shower. I’ve worked up a good bit of a sweat this morningwith all of this to-ing and fro-ing in the sand. I don’t want tobe too gamey in front of the coppers. Come back with me and put yourfeet up while I get ready. New Sopranos box set came in yesterday. Season 6. You might want to dig into it while you wait.”


    Nicky reclined in Eamonn’s living room andwaited while he showered. The Sopranos box set sat on the coffeetable, unopened, and it would stay that way. Nicky wasn’t a bigfan of Tony and his crew. The Miami Herald was folded open to astory about a Chicago mob killing that had been under investigationfor the past three months. “He sure is into this,” she muttered.

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