Killer Colonoscopy

“Make it five thousand,” said Whiskers, “for expediting.”

“OK,” said Cedric.

“Prospering there in the States, are you, lad?”

“Moderately prosperous,” said Cedric.

 

Late that night, a black-clad man ducked carefully between the strands of a barbed-wire fence and, using a small, dim flashlight, followed a deer trail through dense desert until it emerged near a large, low house.  A few minutes later, Cedric stood at the side of a chintz-covered bed.  A night light faintly illuminated the bedroom.





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