John Brown’s Body

As they were leaving, Terry leaned against the truck and squinted into the hot Florida sun.

“Lord, no,” said Blackbeard.

“This is no TV murder,” said Terry, trying to look dramatic.

“Your lines get worse every day.”

“Got to have a tag line, something to set up the case.”

“How about, ‘Do your job,’” said Blackbeard.


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