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That was a close call, Ms. Jenkins almost caught you piping into your secret, hidden mic in your collar. You're harder than diamond right now after smelling her scent. Mmmm. She's a bold one. Strawberries 'N' Kreem, the line from Vel-Mart, if you recall correctly. You memorize it in case you should need to track her.
Better set up in position by the bushes and the smoking section on the side of the restaurant. You'll get crispy clear reception on the wire there, as tested earlier this week. Jimmy finally stops plopping and zips back up.
It's game time.
[PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: Craigslist Killer -> Senior Detective]
Back to the wall, you scope out Chippie's. Loud football commentators announce the Velton University Chickenhawks game through the TV. Chilly stout glasses clink as friends and coworkers chatter. An awkward family sits quietly in the corner as the presumed father of the group raves about the game with other barflies and consumes not-his-first-round-of saucy wings.
"Now when is that dummy gonna get up in 'nyea? Fat sumbitch... Prolleh gon' eat the whole dang kitchen again, better order somethin' 'fore he moseys on in..." you muse.
It's been 3 minutes since you asked him to wait 5 minutes to come in.
"Have the nerve to call ME grumpy... Muh... Three years ago... Nnn... Young buck thinks jus' because he makes Senior Detective, he can git uppity... Myeh, nah let's see here... What to eat..."
The stupid fuggin' waitress bitch comes over and spiels her fuggin' crap about appetizers an'... Ehh... Nuh.....
...
. . .
"Sir? Sir? Can I take your order? I have other tables..."
Nyuh?
(Don's mind is coded and his motives are difficult to discern.)
>Breakfast for Dinner, no syrup on the hotcakes, missy. ???? ???? ?????? ???? ?? ????.
>Two Velton Sluggers, covered in cheese and chili, and pile the onion on. ?? ?????? ?? ?????????? ??? ???????? ?????? ????????? ??????.
>Hot roast beef on rye, no pickle, and none of those disgusting, disgusting onions. ???? ????? ??? ????? ???? ????? ????.
"And a potta hot coffee... Black."
Out walks Jimmy Waters from the bathroom, taking his aviators off, sitting at the far end of the bar with you, struggling to get on top of the stool.
You wait for him to order, and a few minutes more, but not for the food to get there.
Right as the cheers from the crowd mount with the suspense of the hand-egg game, you get up in Jimmy's plump, sucker-ass ear.
"You got my money? I see that envelope sticking out yo' pocket, Jimmeh."
Heeyeh heh.
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Pinch check: Next turn
