Six Crime Stories
“"Would you come here a minute, please?" Jean-Claude finished folding a napkin and rose from his chair. His feet felt heavy as he crossed the room.
"Mr. Donzatto and I have business to discuss," said Darcy. "Mr. Zeno will be serving us coffee. Please take him to the kitchen and be sure he finds everything he needs." Suddenly, Jean-Claude's newfound uncertainty vaporized. Once again, he seethed with silent fury at having to play second fiddle to an unworthy intruder.
Zeno stepped forward,... his reddened nose and cheeks and forehead filmed over with some kind of white cream. His bushy white brows were peppered with blackened hairs singed by the flames from the cherries.
"Lead on, partner," said Zeno, his tone surprisingly jaunty after what he'd been through that evening. "Let's find that java." Without a word, Jean-Claude led the old man into the kitchen.
"What a crazy night, huh?" said Zeno as Jean-Claude headed for the coffee pot on the counter.MoreLess
"Mr. Donzatto and I have business to discuss," said Darcy. "Mr. Zeno will be serving us coffee. Please take him to the kitchen and be sure he finds everything he needs." Suddenly, Jean-Claude's newfound uncertainty vaporized. Once again, he seethed with silent fury at having to play second fiddle to an unworthy intruder.
Zeno stepped forward,... his reddened nose and cheeks and forehead filmed over with some kind of white cream. His bushy white brows were peppered with blackened hairs singed by the flames from the cherries.
"Lead on, partner," said Zeno, his tone surprisingly jaunty after what he'd been through that evening. "Let's find that java." Without a word, Jean-Claude led the old man into the kitchen.
"What a crazy night, huh?" said Zeno as Jean-Claude headed for the coffee pot on the counter.MoreLess
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