Today’s excerpt is from Horace
Goes Home, the second of three Elmer Bader books. Horace finds out he’s going to be a ‘clay
pigeon’ for the sniper waiting and watching for him to come outside. Enjoy and have a fantastic day.
m.j.
Elmer
acknowledged before ringing off. Then
Hector called Red to tell him the plan.
He requested Horace be handy when the time came. Red agreed after talking to Hector, and went
into the living room, where Julie, Nicole, Ruth, Lizzie, Jill, Horace and
Doggie were all talking—with the exception of Doggie, who was camped out on
Horace’s lap. Red told them the plan,
which called for Horace to walk out the front door at the prescribed time. Horace objected, “No way. I’m not going out there to be a clay pigeon.”
When everyone
looked at him, he smiled, “Just joking.
I’ve got full confidence in those fellas out there. With them all being Special Ops, I’ll be like
a baby in the loving arms of his mother—though, I think I would like a
drink. That way I won’t feel a bullet if
it goes through me.”
Jill gave him a
hard look. “You’re not funny.”
Ruth shook her
head. “Oh, yes, he is. Come on, Red—I’ll help with the drinks.”
The second bar
in the house was in a small anti-room near both the living room and dining
room. Red—who really didn’t like the way
it had been arranged by his wife and daughter when they helped design the floor
plan of the house—went to the bar to start pouring what he knew by now everyone
drank. When all the drinks were passed
around, with Lizzie getting a glass of ginger ale, Nicole raised her
glass. “Here’s to a successful whatever
you call it.”
Horace also
raised his glass. “Operation…or
mission. Take your pick.”
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