SLPAD - 63

[Michael Bailey]

Douglas recounts how the storm blew the deuce and a half off the road as he
and Stone, having been dispatched earlier, were trying to drive to the
college.

This potentially meaty topic, though, immediately gives way to descriptions
of the storm damage, and then - more speculation about recreational sex.

“Hard to say,” Douglas answered. “The only bridge over
               there is out. They got the engineers working their ass off
to get a pontoon bridge
               over. From what I hear you never seen a town so screwed up.
It’s under maybe 8 feet
               of water and the only thing standing is the court-house, on
account of it’s concrete.
               And stiffs, man they got tugboats bringing ’em in and
stacking them up like firewood.
               Stinks pretty bad.”


            “All right, you cheerful bastard,” Levine said. “I haven’t had
breakfast yet.”

            “Man, you’re gonna be living off sandwiches and coffee for a
while,” Douglas said.
               “They got all kinds of broads running around offering it to
you. Sandwiches and coffee
               I mean. Ain’t seen any of the other”