Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Goes to the Dogs
by Tux Toledo
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"Lester
had it made at Spectrum Pharmaceuticals. He gave Al a bottle
before every event. Every time you and Concorde went out in
search of quail he would shoot a pellet of this stuff into the
field. Concorde picked up the scent but of course there were
no quail. The scent wore off after several minutes so the
next dog out wasn't affected.
"James switched bottles today. Al shot water into the field
and James discreetly put the imitation quail scent on Mr. Mospeete."
Nick's face turned crimson. He started toward Lester.
"You son of a..." I held him back. "What a
disreputable thing to have done."
"Oh yeah?" Lester yelled. "You want to talk about
disreputable behavior? What about your illegal acquisition of
Spectrum Pharmaceuticals stock?" He waved an envelope in
front of Nick.
Nick recoiled. It was time to go. A dozen reporters
had arrived and they converged upon the two businessmen like hunting
dogs following a scent.
"Thanks for the tip," one of them said to me as he hurried by.
"That goes for me, too," another said. "What do you think
will happen to Spectrum Pharmaceuticals now?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I said. "It's a dog eat dog world.
Home, James."
© 2008 David Biagini