“Just grocery?” [said retired Navajo cop Joe Leaphorn to store owner McGinnis.] “They take anything else?”
“Took the blanket I had hanging on a rack in there, and some ketchup, and …” he frowned, straining to remember. “I believe I was missing a box of thirty-eight ammunition. But mostly food.”
“None of it ever recovered?”
McGinnis laughed. “‘Course not,” he said. “If the burglar didn’t eat it, you cops would have done that if you caught him.”
“You didn’t mention a diamond. How about that?”
“Diamond?”
“Diamond worth about ten thousand dollars.”
McGinnis frowned. Took another tiny sip. Looked up at Leaphorn.
“Oh,” McGinnis said. “That diamond.”
Skeleton Man by Tony Hillerman, p.45
Clever dialogue.
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Oh, that is some good writing! I love that understated talk 😀
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Yes, Hillerman is terrific.
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