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

gives me what I want:

with the money and delivered it to Juliana, or at least to the poor sap whose arm she was hanging on. I’m intending a slightly different script for our

routine with Antonio. He does, except that this time, helps himself to a beer.

to face the rigours of the hot day, he makes

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

his comrade-in-arms, he’s not paying attention to what’s going

much the better

through one bar, restaurant and store after another, exactly the same routine as when I followed him on the first occasion. I follow at a discreet distance

down an alley: a nice

That will do nicely…

or

ten per cent off the

shufti

occupied by a 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

me until I’m almost on top of him. When he does register I’m there, he’s

head cocked, face screwed up, obviously recognising

pupils are huge, dilated well

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

then back at me. “Eu vejo você, Senhor

out, first at the reaching hand, then across his throat. He drops with barely

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

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