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February 7, 2008

On a Mission

Written by Girth McDürchstein on February 7, 2008 12:12 PM
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“You would be taken in by something so stupid,” Margo snapped.

“It seemed so plausible, though,” I whined. “I’ve had sex with so many women. So, so many.” I raised my hand to high-five her, then put it back down when I realized she was in no mood to high-five.

“All right,” Margo said. She tapped her legal pad with a pencil. “Plug in your laptop and load up your asshole blog. Take me through the entire story from day one.”

And so I did. When I finished, she asked for the business card given to me by Morty Melendez, the private investigator who tracked me down for Renal. I pulled it out of my wallet and slid it across the table. Margo examined it for a moment, then stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to go see if I can find our friend, Mr. Melendez,” Margo said. “If that doesn’t work, I’m going to Club Fuel. I’m going to find that goddamn bitch. We’re going to get our money back. Order a latté or something. I’ll be back.”

She kissed me on the head and left the Coffee Bean.