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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
Another photo story...
POOR ENNIS! (by MaineWriter)
Poor Ennis! What a time he has had!
First, he gets hit on the
by a
Despite taking lots of
and Ellery acting like a
it is likely he did not sleep like a
The next morning is awakened by the sound of
and the sight of thugs in the kitchen, who are wearing
but on their
not their
The tie up Ennis with a
and speed away in a
What happens next? Stay tuned....
mariez:
Also from Chapter 5 (just because I love Jeremy):
Ellery first called Dupree, relieved that he was at his desk and not still interviewing Sevigny. “What did you do with our witness?” he said as he heard him say hello.
“Shit, Ellery, what happened ta Ennis first?”
“He is home safe, in bed, he’s seen a doctor.”
“Good. I was worried sick, I was sittin in there with Poindexter Sevigny and nobody told me jack shit!”
“Reynolds is running prints, Dupree, this might be the same guys who killed Wilkes.”
“Damn.”
“You get that sketch artist over ta talk ta Poindexter? We need a sketch in the worst way. We got ta know if we got stalkin serial killers here.”
“Yeah yeah, my wish is yer command. He’s with em. But the question is, what do we do with the kid?”
“I don’t know what he’s worried about, he knows kung fu, he stalked us sight unseen for at least a day...”
“Three days,” Dupree interjected.
“Three days. He got a home around here?”
“Yeah yeah I got all that. Put a guy on his house?”
Aww.. Jeremy was so worried about Ennis. Love all this dialogue and how Jeremy calls Sevigny "Poindexter!"
Marie
mariez:
Those photo stories are priceless, Leslie! :laugh: I agree with Fabienne - we need some for the Laramie Tales! :)
Thanks!
Marie
MaineWriter:
Shelter from the Storm, chapters 6 - 10 today:
http://louisev.livejournal.com/76994.html
“At least I know I’m outside a nippin distance a Mr. Coyote,” Ellery said smugly, and slipped out the door to the kitchen with Ennis’s empty glass in his hand. He poured Ennis and himself full glasses of lemonade, nodded and smiled to the workman. “You know ta call out if anyone suspicious comes by, specially if they have a crowbar, right?” he said to Tony, who was finishing the trim on the patio door.
“Yes sir, Chief Deputy. Say, can I have some a that? Getting a little steamy in the sunshine here.”
“Oh sure, sorry I didn’t think of it.” He handed Tony his as yet untouched glass, and got another down from the cabinet, filling it up.
“No problem, Mrs. Brown was lookin after me all mornin. She said yer cousin got busted up kinda bad when they grabbed em this mornin. He gonna be okay?”
“Yep. He’s a little thirsty now though. Give a knock on the door if I ain’t out before yer ready ta go.”
“Sure enough,” Tony said, tilting the glass back and swallowing with a satisfied gasp.
Cousin, huh? Ellery thought to himself as he returned to the bedroom, glancing down at his bare chest and hip hugging cutoffs.
LOL
MaineWriter:
The things we didn't know, way back when. From Chapter 6:
The doorbell rang.
“You better look through the peephole before you open it, Ellery.”
“I will.”
“An could you put on a shirt please?”
“Jesus Ennis, in my own home?”
“Boys from the Red Stallion come by yer own home, Ellery. Come on.”
Ellery rose from the bed and pulled a clean red tank top out of the bureau. “Is this enough coverage for you, momma?”
“Barely,” Ennis frowned.
“It is warm this afternoon, Ennis. I ain’t coverin up fer modesty because yer in bed sick an jealous. It is probably Dupree runnin early.”
“Dupree ain’t off the hook yet.”
Ellery headed for the door. “That queer boy Sevigny says Dupree ain’t queer.”
“I don’t believe it,” Ennis replied.
“Neither do I, now put on some drawers or somethin cause Dupree’s got ta show ya the mug shots.”
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