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It's not like I don't have better things to do. It's ninety degrees out here--sunny, slight breeze off the water. Hell, I could be at Jones Beach watching the girls, but where am I? At Buffalo Lodge #54, home of the oldest living shriner in the country.
Yay me.
"Come on, Peter!" Ray. Kid, someday, I'm going to figure out how to turn you off. Even those Tickle-Me Elmo dolls give up if you take their batteries out. "It's a Class Four--a full free-floater! I bet it's the ghost of one of the old shriners! You know, back to right some wrong or something!" His eyes shine like a kid's on Christmas. "This'll be great!"
Great, he says. Great is Heidi Klum in a string bikini. Hell, great is Heidi Klum in no bikini! This is...
I grin suddenly at him as he bounces in anticipation. One thing I've never regretted--taking that crazed little freshman under my wing. He almost makes busts like this worthwhile.
The grin becomes a full-fledged smile as Egon trains a meter on the old building in front of us. He's as into this as Ray is, and I can't hide my contentment as I share an indulgent look with Winston and clap Ray on the shoulder.
"Okay, if you say so," I tell him, my stomach tingling as I get ready for the bust. He's right. This is great. "But you are the one who gets to wear the fez."