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"We haven't heard much news. We've been on the road the last couple of days." |
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"We got somethin' weird goin' on. The RCMP thinks we got some kinda marauder type animal runnin' around these parts, killin' other animals and eatin' 'em. There s been hell to pay the past couple of days. People are pretty nervous." |
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Brenda emitted an appropriate "echh" sound, and Big Jake smiled knowingly. I knew exactly what he was thinking; as far as he was concerned, the little lady was having trouble handling the big man's sordid story of the real life in the wilds of the Canadian woods. How wrong could one man be? Brenda had him right where she wanted him. |
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It was time for me to jump in. "What kind of animal?" |
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Jake Madden shook his head, grunted, checked his watch, looked at the starry-eyed Brenda and decided he'd better earn his keep. "Well, I can tell you one thingwe'll get the critter. It's just a matter of time." He crawled out of the booth and extended his hand again. "You folks have a good time while you're here." |
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He lumbered across the room, patted our sullen waitress on her ample behind, muttered something in her ear and disappeared out the door. |
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Jake had been gone for several minutes |
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