Klempner

A dozen of them…

Or more.

I know where to find at least one of Juliana’s heavies. So I might as well reduce the numbers a bit…

Improve the odds.

And oddly, I find I have another motive.

The things we learn about ourselves…

I realise that the idea of coercing the old man’s hard-earned cash away from him offends me.

That’s new…

Wonder how much they’ve had off him over the years…?

Why do they call it ‘Protection’?

Call it what it is…

Extorting money with menaces…

same time as on previous occasions. After all, he wants

lurking spot near Antonio’s bar gives me what I want: a view of the

money and delivered it to Juliana, or at least to

routine with Antonio. He

rigours of the hot day, he makes for the clothes store over the

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

he’s not paying attention to what’s

much the better for

after another, exactly the same routine as when I followed him on the first occasion. I follow at a discreet distance on the other side of the

down an alley: a nice quiet…

That will do nicely…

piss or to

ten per cent

quick shufti around

Wonder Boy’s standing just beyond the cans

he doesn’t even hear me until I’m almost on top of him. When he does

up, obviously recognising me,

pupils are huge, dilated well beyond what the lighting should

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

grins, jabbing vee’d fingers towards his eyes, then back at me. “Eu

the reaching hand, then across his throat. He drops with barely a sound, his cock

to the alley entrance, I wait until he stills. Slit throats are a messy business and it’s

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