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…

is liable to turn up at about the same time as on previous occasions. After all, he wants his clientele to

gives me

The last time our paths crossed, he made it away with the money and delivered it to Juliana, or at

wait to see if he follows the same routine with Antonio. He does, except that this time, helps himself to a

to face the rigours of the hot day, he makes for the clothes store

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

the events that befell his comrade-in-arms, he’s not paying attention to what’s going on

the better

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

alley: a

That will do nicely…

piss or to

per cent off the top before he

shufti around

Boy’s standing just beyond the cans with his back to me, recycling Antonio’s beer against

When he does register I’m there, he’s still got his dick in his hand. My hand holds a

screwed up, obviously

huge, dilated well

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

his eyes, then back at me. “Eu vejo você, Senhor Klempner.”

drops with barely a sound, his cock still hanging out

until he stills. Slit throats are a messy business and it’s broad daylight. I don’t want to have

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