Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 35

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…

on previous occasions. After all, he wants his clientele to know when to have the money available for pillage and

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

time our paths crossed, he made it away with the money and delivered it to Juliana, or at least to the poor sap whose arm she was hanging on.

if he follows the same routine with Antonio. He does, except that this time,

hot day, he makes for the clothes store over the

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

comrade-in-arms, he’s not paying attention

the better

followed him on the first occasion. I follow at a discreet distance on

down an alley: a nice quiet… nay,

That will do nicely…

piss or

cent off the top

shufti

couple of tall trash cans and not much more. Wonder Boy’s standing just beyond the cans with his back to me, recycling Antonio’s beer against a

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

cocked, face screwed up, obviously recognising me,

up, his pupils are huge, dilated well beyond what

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

his eyes, then back at me. “Eu vejo você, Senhor Klempner.” And he reaches for something

out, first at the reaching hand, then across his throat. He drops with barely a sound, his cock still hanging out of his pants, clutching at

I wait until he stills. Slit throats are a messy business and it’s broad daylight. I

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