The Whack Job: An Eamonn Shute Short Story

By Tony McFadden

Eamonn Shute and his girlfriend Nicky Muniz find their relaxing day torpedoed when they come across the dead body of one of Eamonn's friends.

Eamonn, being the person he is, just has to stick his nose in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Beach Nut Press
• Release date: Dec 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465799258

Tony McFadden

Since Tony McFadden left Canada almost three decades ago he and his wife and two children have lived in the US Virgin Islands, various American cities (LA, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta, Fairfax), Singapore, Malaysia, Taiwan and now, finally (and for good), Australia.

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The Whack Job

An Eamonn Shute Short Story

Tony McFadden

Copyright Tony McFadden 2011

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The door slammed shut behind Eamonn and Steve, leaving the over-amped bass, the tanned bleached blonde bunnies and the umbrella drinks in the techno-pop dance club.

Eamonn pulled the shoulders of his cotton shirt away from his skin. Dammit, I’m sticky. He grabbed Steve by the upper arm. Let’s us skip this bit the next time, Steve. Dinner was fine. But this, he hitched a thumb over his shoulder, has taken it from me.

Steve Sheppard laughed. This is my life, pal. He ran his fingers through his hair, streaked blond by his regular hairdresser on Flagler, although he told people it was the constant exposure to the sun and sea that did it. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his silk shirt. But I agree. I could do without seeing you dance again.

Steve was decked out for a single’s Saturday night; light cream dress slacks, white silk shirt, jade signet pinkie ring, a couple of gold chains, Rolex watch and Blues Brothers style Ray Bans perched in that tinted hair. He fit right in.

It’s a little early for me though, Eamonn.

Mate, you told me that you wanted to leave at 11:00. It’s a wee bit after 11:30. Eamonn shook his head. And you were really hammering them back tonight. As an Irishman, I’m impressed, but you’re a small man. Unless you have an extraordinarily large liver, you’re putting yourself in grave danger.

No, no. Not tonight buddy. Soda water and lime all night. He smiled and tapped his temple. Gotta keep the pumpkin clear tonight. He noted the skeptical look on Eamonn’s face. On my mother, I haven’t had a drop all night.

Miracles never cease to amaze. The warm Miami night air was still a wonder for Eamonn, even after a couple of