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"As the fire eater was getting ready to burn our ropes—and you can always tell an attack is coming by the way its skin bubbles and its body shimmers like a heat mirage in the desert—I swung out and then came in hard, kicking in a window with one try. In the remaining seconds I pulled the rope taut and Arlene shimmied down into my arms as tongues of flame raced after her. But we'd made it to a much lower floor. We had a twelve-story head start, so we booked." "Story is right!" thundered Mulligan. "I've never heard so much bullshit!" For one grim moment I wasn't at all sure I'd be getting my second beer. 3 "Hold on," said Mulligan, guarding his small ocean of beer as the larger ocean sent armies of waves to die on the beach, "I'm not buying it. When I was a kid, I was in the Boy Scouts. I carried the heaviest knapsack on camping trips. I won all the beat me up and teased me all the time. Do you want to guess why?" "Why?" asked Arlene, genuinely interested and not the least bit annoyed by the mysterious direction the conversation was taking. "Partly because I was a chunky kid, but also because I loved comic books. They thought I was gullible or something. They thought I'd believe damn near anything. But I'm telling you, Fly"—he turned those cold blue eyes on me—"this story of yours is bullshit." "You believe the part about his starting to lose his mind while he was on the rope, don't you?" asked Arlene. "Well. . ." Mulligan began. "I left nothing out of my gospel rendition," I said. "Especially not the verisimilitude," Arlene threw in. "Huh?" came the response from both Mulligan and me. "Still sounds bogus to me," concluded the master gun, inhaling the rest of his brew. "That's because it didn't happen that way," said Arlene. "I'll give you the authentic version—for an- |
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