The Perdition Score (Sandman Slim 8) - Page 179
“I bet you can.”
Abbot opens the book and flips through it.
“I’ve put together a small team to help with this. We’re meeting here in a couple of days. I’d like for you to be there.”
“Good. I will.”
“I’ll text you the details.”
I sit back in the chair.
“I don’t suppose you can get me a deal on a new phone too? I lost mine somewhere between Hell and L.A.”
“That sounds like a long walk.”
“Five days when you get lost.”
“That’s a long time.”
“Well, it could have been ten.”
“Days? I’m not sure I understand.”
I shake my head.
“Sorry. It’s a joke they tell Downtown. The fallen angels fell for nine days into Hell. So, when everything is fucked up, you say, ‘It could have been ten.’”
He stares at me, smiling.
“Funny. Do they have a lot of jokes like that in Hell?”
“No. That’s the best one. Most Hellion humor is just a notch above junior high fart jokes.”
“I learn more and more from you every day.”
“Just trying to be useful, boss.”
“Good job so far.”
I look around, a little uncomfortable.
“Tell me. When does the actual Wormwood manhunt start?”
“I thought we’d discuss that at the meeting. Is there a problem?”
“It’s just that I need a few days to take care of some things.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“Do you know any travel agents? I sort of promised someone that I’d take them to Disney World.”
He opens his eyes wide.
“You are full of surprises.”
“It’s not my idea. In fact, the whole thing is blackmail. But I promised.”
He nods.
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