Sunday, December 23, 2007

Weekly Wisecrack

He didn't shout or scream. He seldom did. His hoarse whisper said it all. His eyes it all. His eyes were bloodshot and he was breathing hard through his nose, like a boxer psyching himself up for a bout.
"You've changed brands of mouthwash," I said. "I think I like the old one better."

- Amos Walker, in The Midnight Man by Loren D. Estleman

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