#SnippetSunday – Hard-Boiled/Noir WIP – July 19, 2015
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From the group guidelines; “Welcome to Snippet Sunday, where writers come together to share a few sentences of their current project–whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.”
This week’s snippet picks up where my last one left off.
Jake and Jed are still talking business in a booth at Beau’s Bar & Grill. Last week’s snippet ended with the line, “You don’t know him like I do,” spoken by Jed about Deputy Norris. Jake speaks next…
“I don’t know you either.”
“You don’t have to.”
I looked at him out of the corners of my eyes.
“I got friends who’ll vouch for me,” he said. “Ben Franklin. Andrew Jackson. Maybe even Ulysses S. Grant. You know those guys?”
“I have a passing acquaintance with those gentlemen.”
“Take the case and you’ll get to know ’em a lot better.”
“You haven’t asked what it’s going to cost you.”
He leaned to one side and pulled out his wallet, then took a quick glance at the bar, and fished out a pile of bills. He placed them on the table between us. Mr. Franklin winked at me from the top of the stack.
“That enough to get you started?” asked Jed.
We stared at each other while Etta Jones sang about Paris in the jukebox.
He took another look toward the bar halfway through the tune.
My eyes drifted toward the cash. I let it sit where he’d put it.
“Tell me why,” I said.
His face reddened a little and he chuckled.
“Why what, Jake?” he asked.
“Marisa,” I said. I hit him with my best wrecking-ball glare. “Why do you still care?”
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