A Murder of Crows Page #3

Permanently.

I've just moved here.

I only recently retired from teaching.

See, my wife passed on.

We don't have any children,

and this place has always held my fancy.

The old man and the sea and all that.

Well, here's your pole, sir.

All right.

Low down like that. We're gonna float

on the tide right into those flats.

So you can just cast out this way

and let the boat just drift right on in.

All right.

Ho ho!

You're up a little bit there.

I feel like a professional.

There was something

very odd about Mr. marlowe.

I couldn't put my finger on it.

Had no idea it was fate come calling.

Chuckie.

Hearty dark, sir.

You got it.

And a daiquiri for me, please.

Anybody's favorite.

My father used to carry a pocket watch.

Very distinguished.

I... actually, this is quite a special one.

Listen.

Well, that's great.

Yes.

Here you go, gentlemen.

God bless you. Nice.

Well, here's to new friendships.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Well, sir, tell me.

Have you always been a fishing guide,

Mr. Russell?

No. It's kind of a hobby.

I'm working on a novel.

Really?

Yes, sir.

That's wonderful.

Before that, I was an attorney.

My.

And you've given that up?

So to speak.

Do you realize that there are more people

in law school right now

than there are lawyers?

Is that right?

It's a fact. For every engineer

they graduate from university,

they graduate 50 lawyers.

$25 billion in liability suits last year.

That's preposterous.

They're parasites.

They're bloodsuckers. That's my opinion.

Gee, Chris, I get the feeling

you don't like lawyers.

If it weren't for lawyers, dear boy,

we wouldn't need lawyers.

We drank and talked

for the rest of the evening.

Mr. marlowe was a hoot.

It was the most interesting

night I'd spent

with my clothes on in over a year.

Good night, Chris.

Yes, good night.

In the end, though, I was happy

to get away from him.

He was so rabid about lawyers,

he left me with a queasiness in my gut

like a feeling of dj vu

or mild food poisoning.

Forget it. I'm not selling the townhouse.

My father bought that house.

Sell the rest of the stock.

Book's coming along fine, Harry.

My next question is,

how much am I paying you?

The stock. Right.

There's an old saying...

Money talks.

The only thing I ever

heard it say was good-bye.

I had to try to generate some income.

Been working on this

damn book for over a year.

Writing, my friends, is hard.

Chris.

Lawson. I hope I'm not intruding.

No. Please, come in.

Thank you. Please.

I simply had to come by to talk with you.

You mind if I sit down for a moment?

No, of course.

Thank you. Have a seat.

You OK?

Yes, I'm fine.

It's just the heat.

Could I have a glass

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