Conrad picks up the garbage can, grunts because of its weight, staggers through the gate to the back yard and heaves it into the swimming pool. There is a loud splash and in the moonlight you can see banana peels and crap starting to float out all over the place.

“Ha ha, just look at that shit,” Conrad says. Then Baines does the same with a second can, except he doesn’t grunt because he’s twice the size of Conrad and probably could have tossed in the station-wagon as well without breaking a sweat. In the nearby house, an upstairs light goes on and the curtains move as someone peers out.

“C’mon, run!” shouts Arlan. Being somewhat chubbier than the rest of us, he needs a head-start and doesn’t want to get caught by some angry homeowner.

We hustle off down the alley as we hear

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Preston Randall
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.12.2011
ISBN: 978-3-86479-280-9

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