Old Dicks Talking, by Bill Engleson

“You packin’ it in, Harry?”

“You know it, Sam. Last case got the better a me.”

“Fill the air, brother. I’m a vacuum.”

“S’right. Simple enough. This well-heeled Dolly was missing one Grade A hubby. Been AWOL a fortnight.”

“Leave a trail?”

“Bread crumbs on a red carpet. Straight to the Holy-Moly Motel over on Park.”

“So, what went wrong?”

“Got my Leica, peered in the window, saw them doing the hokey pokey, busted down the door, snapped the shot … ”


“The Dolly was the one in bed with him. She wasn’t the wife, after all. Just wanted to be.”


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