My Teleprompter Is Deadly
Yet another precious masterpiece from that endless pool of talent that is the pajamahadeen: Excerpts from the new Inspector Dan Rather Mystery by David Burge.
Here’s a sample:
I stabbed out a Lucky into my Watergate Hotel ashtray, a sentimental little souvenir I picked up after my first big scoop (Dan Rather #1 - the Case of the Phantom CREEPs), and peered through the Venetian blinds of my 53rd Street office. I polished the lens on my camera.
It had been over a year since my last big investigation, a nasty little blackmail plot against an eccentric Baghdad Hills tycoon (Dan Rather #24: The Tikrit Orchid), and rent was overdue. I needed a scoop, and I needed one fast. My rabbit foot was working, because a scoop soon came waltzing through the door. In silk stockings.
“Gotta light, handsome?” asked the 32-30-41 silhoutte leaning on the frame.
Mapes. I hadn’t seen her since Dan Rather #27 - The Secret of Abu Ghraib. She was a dangerous dame with dangerous gams — and a nose for Republican plots.
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