Bad News Travels Slow – Continued

Saturday Fiction Day 

 

“We’re not doing a damn thing.”

Well, that little bulletin left Dinwiddie grinning, the Police Chief looking like a Pekingese who didn’t make it to the backyard in time, and me wondering what to say next. Dinwiddie jumped into that uncomfortable gap.

“Does that surprise you, my friend?”

The whole place was beginning to smell less like cookies and more like sour milk.

“Surprisingly – No.” I said. I figured at least one of us had to be honest.