Pearls by Colin Falconer
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Overview: Simeon was propped on a stool in a corner of Hagen’s Billiard Room, drunk. His head lay on the counter in a pool of beer. There was dried vomit on the front of his shirt.
Huey Fong shook him awake. ‘Come on, Simeon. Time to go home.’
Simeon groaned and shoved him away. He lost his balance, fell off the stool and onto the floor. Some Manilamen at one of the billiard tables started to laugh.
Huey tried to get him back on his feet. ‘Come on, Simeon, get up.’
‘Wasn’t worth … cheated me …’
Genre: Fiction > Romance
‘What are you talking about?’ Huey laughed. ‘Who cheated you?’ He put one of Simeon’s arms around his neck and lifted him to his feet.
‘Flynn.’
Mother of God, Huey thought. Keep your voice down!
‘Cheated … Anna … cheated …’
‘Shut up,’ Huey said.
‘Cheated … didn’t mean … kill him …’
‘Shut up!’ He dragged Simeon towards the door.
‘Pearl … not … worth …’
Huey staggered under the weight of him and crashed into one of the jarrah posts. The Manilamen cheered and shouted encouragement. Finally he managed to drag him outside. But he couldn’t hold him upright on his own and Simeon toppled over. Huey landed on top of him in the gutter.
‘Cameron … die … mustn’t … my fault.’
Huey put his hand over the other man’s mouthy. ‘Shut up! Idiot!’ He hauled back on his feet and half carried, half dragged him back down Bitter Moon Lane.
The Canton’s owner, Billy Ng. helped Huey carry him up the narrow wooden steps to his room. They threw him face down on the bed and Billy retreated. ‘Smell like bluddy pisshole!’ Billy said. ‘He too much sick in room, clean it up, bluddy quick time!’
‘It’s all right,’ Huey said. ‘I look after him, no worries.’
‘Smell like bluddy pisshole!’ Billy shouted and went out, slamming the door after him.
‘Cameron … save my life …’
Huey sat down on the bed and rolled Simeon over onto his back. ‘What’s this about Flynn?’ he said.
‘Cameron … mustn’t die .. save life …’
‘What about Flynn?’
‘Not worth … cheat me.’
Huey shook him by the shoulders. ‘Did you try and sell Flynn your pearl?’
‘No mean … kill him.’
Holy Mary, Mother of God. Simeon had killed Flynn! Huey wiped his hands on his trousers as if he was afraid that Flynn’s blood had somehow smeared on his own hands now. What should he do about this?
‘Anna … love you, Anna … Anna …’
So it was Simeon who murdered the white boss. He wondered what he might do with this interesting piece of information. There had to be some profit in it for a clever man. He would sleep on it tonight. Tonight he was too drunk and too tired.
He staggered down the hallway and a few minutes later he was snoring on his bed.
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