“You know, you are an interesting guy. You are a native, commercial fisherman, Journeyman Boilermaker, and a trained hypnotist.”
“That’s nothing, you should meet my buddy. He’s an exorcist. Did it for ten years. Had to give it up though, it was too hard on him.”
“What, too many ghosts in the closet?”
“How’d you know?”
“I was driving down a country road and a duck flew up and cracked the windshield. So I drove the truck into the Insurance Claims Department.
The Adjuster took one look at it and said.”
‘That’s not an animal hit; that’s been done by a rock or something sharp. The crack pattern in the windshield is too defined. The cracks all radiate out from one spot.’
“Too sharp?”
“Yeah, too defined. like it was hit by something pointed. I can’t allow that.”
“It was a duck! Maybe he had a rock in his pocket but it was just a duck!”
“My buddy was doing time at the local Pen. So he and a couple of other inmates decided that they would do the perfect heist. They all had been inside for a while so they requested individual day passes and would come into town and case out places to hit. They would come back to the pen after their pass and report what they had found to the other guys.”
“So the day of the planned heist for the first time they all requested day passes from the Pen together.”
“The job went like clockwork. First, they got a pretty good haul from a jewelry store. Then they jumped into a stolen car they had waiting. Next they drove out of the city to where a second stolen car was hidden under the trees in an empty field.
“They parked the first car under some trees and started running across the field with all their loot, to where the second car was.”
“Right into the arms of a whole platoon of cops who had decided to train their police dogs in that field, on that day, at that exact time.”
Rick Ranson 