Myth 08 – Myth-Nomers by Aspirin, Robert

come looking for me?”

When he put it that way, it did sound more than a little

irresponsible.

“Well . . . yes,” I stammered. “But I told Massha to

come pick me up at the end of a week. I figured that I’d

have to go and pitch in at that point, whether I had found

you or not.”

Aahz started to say something, then shook his head. Heav-

ing a great sigh, he tried again. •

“Skeeve . . . don’t worry about not being able to find

the right words. I think you’ve given me a pretty good idea

of what I really mean to you.”

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“I did?”

He nodded.

“Enough that I’ve decided I don’t need any more time

to make up my mind. Grab your stuff, partner. Let’s get

going. Are you square with the hotel, or do you still have

to settle accounts?”

“I’m all set on that front,” I said. “There’s no balance

. . . since they made me pay in advance.”

“That figures,” Aahz grumbled. “Unless you’re a VIP

or something, everybody gets the same treatment.”

It was just too good an opening to pass up, and I yielded

to the temptation.

“Of course, it’ll probably be easier for me next time

around. .. now that I have a line of credit and a credit card.”

“What next time around? I thought you said the po-

lice …”

His train of thought stopped abruptly as he turned to loom

over me.

“CREDIT CARD? What credit card? Who’s been teach-

ing you about credit cards?”

That wasn’t exactly the reaction I had been expecting.

“The bank suggested it, actually,” I explained. “They

said …”

“What bank? How did you know what to look for in a

bank?”