Thr Great and Secret Show
The First Book of the Art
Chapter One
Part One
The Messenger
Homer opened the door.
"Come on in, Randolph."
Jaffe hated the way he said Randolph, with the faintest trace of contempt in the word, as though he knew every damn crime Jaffe had ever committed, right from the first, the littlest.
"What are you waiting for?" Homer said, seeing Jaffe linger. "You've got work to do. The sooner it's started, the sooner I can find you more."
Randolph stepped into the room. It was large, painted the same bilious yellow and battleship gray as every other office and corridor in the Omaha Central Post Office. Not that much of the walls was visible. Piled higher than head-height on every side was mail. Sacks, satchels, boxes and carts of it, spilling out onto the cold concrete floor.
"Dead letters," Homer said. "Stuff even the good ol' U.S. Post Office can't deliver. Quite a sight, huh?"
Jaffe was agog, but he made sure not to show it. He made sure to show nothing, especially to wise guys like Homer.
"This is all yours, Randolph," his superior said. "Your litt ... read full excerpt from: The Great and Secret Show ebook
