Olga Slipped Between Heinrich and John
I’m no good at math- , hands in his pockets,
- the second best killer that I ever have seen
- consider them to be murderous badasses
- Holy hell
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Olga slipped between Heinrich and John, heading toward the silent volleyball players. I’m no good at math, but there’s no way a group that size could stay quiet during what they’d just witnessed. I hadn’t heard a peep out of them this whole time. Nor had I seen a ball.
“Mimes,” I muttered. “Why did it have to be mimes?”
John just stood there, hands in his pockets, acting like he didn’t know we were surrounded by mimes. Like his own sister, with her marvelous double-jointedness, wasn’t in league with them. John may be the second best killer that I ever have seen, but he’s always underestimated mimes. It’s like he doesn’t consider them to be murderous badasses. I lurched forward and snagged Olga by the elbow. I couldn’t let her hand over the test tube of my semen, whether or not it truly contained the exotic compound everyone claimed.
“Holy hell, Jason!” she shouted. “Let me go!”
“I can’t do that, Olga,” I said. “Disco Island is at the far end of the Archipelago, and we all know that’s dangerously close to White Faces territory. It’s clear where your loyalties lie.”
“And anyway,” said Heinrich. “That’s not Jason.” He handed my four sons to John and waddled off down the beach, taking Svetlana with him.
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