Monday, May 4, 2009

"Going To See A Whale About A Man"

The Heist Man commeth, and he has changed careers for the moment. I have a story up at A Twist Of Noir called "Going To See A Whale About A Man." It features the return of The Heist Man and features both, a certain crime author famous on both sides of the pond, and the jewels of America's most famous bimbo.


As I sit down, I notice that Kieran is twice as good as I am at scanning a room. You wouldn’t know that he’s taking everything in, unless you too had pay attention to everything in order to stay out of jail and stay alive. His eyes go to the front door as he raises his beer, and then they go to the bathroom as he puts the glass down. His eyes widen ever-so-slightly as they return to the front door, and that’s tipped me off that something is about to go down.

From their angry mumbling, I’m guessing that they are Vietnamese, but I don’t know Vietnamese from Laotian. I do know that they have guns, because they are doing such a poor job of disguising this fact, that I can see this in the dirty mirrors behind Kieran. I’m screwed because they’ve taken up position behind me, and any move on my part at this time will most likely get me shot. Kieran has his right hand under a napkin on the table and I guarantee that’s not a fork under it.

“Gentlemen, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Kieran lays it on thick, solely for the benefit of the diners. Despite the beer-filled haze, everyone in here seems to have figured out that these guys aren’t here as some kind of new alternate entertainment for a mariachi band. The one behind me with the pink and green gel-covered hair, straight out of an anime, leans over me and puts a gun in my back.


Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you "Going To See A Whale About A Man."

9 comments:

Paul D Brazill said...

I love Cormac in the springtime...I've just read this and it's great. Really loved it.

Joe said...

That was cool. I loved the description of the Vietnamese coming into the bar.

And everyone loves a charming Irish criminal.

Cormac Brown said...

Paulie Decibels,

Odd, my birth name actually means "spring," go figure. Thanks, I'm glad you liked it.

Bubs,

Thanks and-

"And everyone loves a charming Irish criminal."

...except for the sworn Irish officers in Illinois.

Joe said...

Oh, one more thing--I loved the description of the restaurant, and the cheddar cheese on everything. I think i've eaten there...

Cormac Brown said...

Bubs,

That's what I was aiming for, the universality of bad Mexican food that real Latinos would never touch outside of starvation.

Rosaria Williams said...

I just dropped in and was trapped in the story you presented. I'm hooked already

Cormac Brown said...

Rosaria,

Welcome and I'm glad that you liked it.

Rosaria Williams said...

Cormac,
Thanks for joining my blog followers. We'll be talking often.

Cormac Brown said...

Rosaria,

You're welcome and I'm looking forward to it.