A Long Walk Up the Waterslide

SINCE MY LAST CONFESSION.”

Joey turned white.

“It sounds good,” Joe Graham said to John Culver, who was operating the system.

“A little more treble, perhaps,” Culver suggested. He tweaked a dial. “Primo system. Very tasty.”

“Keep playing it,” Graham said. Then he went out to enjoy the look on Joey Beans’s face.

Neal reached the first pool and was pleased to see that the water was running.

Of course. God would never let you climb a dry water slide. That would be too easy.

He grabbed the sides of the slide and started to pull himself

I’m wrong, he thought. There’s no one up here. They wouldn’t dare take another shot at Polly, not now, not when Bascaglia called them off.

He slipped and landed on his face as he heard:

“You tapped a man’s confessional?” Joey croaked. “You came between a man and his God? What kind of people are you!”

“DEA,” Chuck answered.

“Baptists,” Candy said.