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A Little Yellow Dog: An Easy Rawlins Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Mosley, Walter
  • Author:  Mosley, Walter
  • ISBN-10:  0743451805
  • ISBN-10:  0743451805
  • ISBN-13:  9780743451802
  • ISBN-13:  9780743451802
  • Publisher:  Washington Square Press
  • Publisher:  Washington Square Press
  • Pages:  384
  • Pages:  384
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2002
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2002
  • SKU:  0743451805-11-MING
  • SKU:  0743451805-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100672250
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November 1963: Easy's settled into a steady gig as a school custodian. It's a quiet, simple existence -- but a few moments of ecstasy with a sexy teacher will change all that. When the lady vanishes, Easy's stuck with a couple of corpses, the cops on his back, and a little yellow dog who's nobody's best friend. With his not-so-simple past snapping at his heels, and with enemies old and new looking to get even, Easy must kiss his careful little life good-bye -- and step closer to the edge....Chapter One

When I got to work that Monday morning I knew something was wrong. Mrs. Idabell Turner's car was parked in the external lot and there was a light on in her half of bungalow C.

It was six-thirty. The teachers at Sojourner Truth Junior High School never came in that early. Even the janitors who worked under me didn't show up until seven-fifteen. I was the supervising senior head custodian. It was up to me to see that everything worked right. That's why I was almost always the first one on the scene.

But not that morning.

It was November and the sky hadn't quite given up night yet. I approached the bungalow feeling a hint of dread. Images of bodies I'd stumbled upon in my street life came back to me. But I dismissed them. I was a workingman, versed in floor waxes and bleach -- not blood. The only weapon I carried was a pocket knife, and it only pierced flesh when I cut the corns from my baby toe.

I knocked but nobody answered. I tried my key but the door was bolted from the inside. Then that damned dog started barking.

Who is it? a woman's voice called.

It's Mr. Rawlins, Mrs. Turner. Is everything okay?

Instead of answering she fumbled around with the bolt and then pulled the door open. The little yellow dog was yapping, standing on its spindly back legs as if he were going to attack me. But he wasn't going to do a thing. He was hiding behind her blue woolen skirt, making sure that I couldn't get at him.

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