The Newell Murder excerpt 3
“So who’s this girl who’s got you
all flustered? She must be hot, right?”
A smile lit up Al’s face. “She
is, mate. She is.”
“So where’s she coming from?”
“New Jersey.”
Lauren whistled. “That’s a long
ways.”
“Sure. Sure. So what do you say?”
They caught a red light and he
rested the engine. “I don’t mind to lend you my car, Al, but you got yours
obviously.”
“I know, but I actually need
yours ’cause I really got to impress her and my own car ain’t half as quaint as
this one.”
The green came on and Lauren put
the car back in motion. “OK. It’s yours. What about yours? Will it be alright
by then?”
“Yes,” Al replied prickly. “Or
did you think I would want to borrow yours if I couldn’t give you mine?”
Lauren didn’t respond. He wheeled
the car into Sunset Boulevard, drove it up to the gallery and halted it at the
curb with the engine still running. “Here we are. Service with a smile.”
Al got down and, leaning back in
through the open window, said, “Thanks for the ride, bud. Really ’ppreciate
it.”
Lauren’s foot was still on the
brake. “No problem, pal. See ya.”
Though Al could see Lauren was
itching to move the car, he didn’t go away. “Say, Dave, you never been to this
Bolognese Gallery, right?”
“I haven’t had the time,” Lauren
admitted. “What about it?”
“Well, why not pop in now to have
just a look around. You’ll see some damn good paintings and other art stuff and
you’ll certainly see something you want to buy, though you might not be able
to, cos they cost quite a lot of bread.”
Lauren contemplated for a moment,
then decided to go, just to humour Al. He killed the purring engine, rolled up
the open windows and removed the key from the ignition.
“OK, I’ll have a quick look-see.”
Note: This is an excerpt of The
Good Life, one of the books written by Oseyiza Oogbodo, curator of this
blog, and it’s available as an eBook along with other Oogbodo books at: https://www.amazon.com/author/oseyizaoogbodo
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