Hollywood Station
Chapter One
Wanna play pit bull polo, dude?" "What's that?"
"It's something I learned when I worked Metro Mounted Platoon."
"It's weird thinking of you as a cowboy cop."
"All I know about horses is they're assholes, man. But we got
the overtime there. You know my little Beemer? I wouldn't have that
if I hadn't worked Metro. My last year in Metro I made a hundred
grand plus. I don't miss those crazy horses but I miss that OT money.
And I miss wearing a Stetson. When we worked the mini-riot at the
Democrats convention, a hot little lobbyist with nipples big enough to
pack up and leave home said I looked like a young Clint Eastwood in
that Stetson. And I didn't carry a Beretta nine then. I carried a six-inch
Colt revolver. It looked more appropriate when I was sitting on a
horse."
"A wheel gun? In this day and age?"
"The Oracle still carries a wheel gun."
"The Oracle's been on the job nearly fifty years. He can wear a
codpiece if he wants to. And you don't look like Clint Eastwood, bro.
You look like the guy in King Kong, except you got even more of a beak
and your hair is bleached."
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