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…

that Wonder Boy is liable to turn up at about the same time as on previous occasions. After all, he wants his clientele to know when to have the money

Antonio’s bar gives me what I

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

he follows the same routine with Antonio. He does,

the hot day, he makes for the clothes store

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

he’s not paying attention to what’s

much the

when I followed him on the first occasion. I follow at a discreet distance on the other side of the street, waiting for

alley: a nice quiet… nay,

That will do nicely…

piss or

to peel ten per cent off the top

shufti around the

of tall trash cans and not much more. Wonder Boy’s standing just beyond the cans with his back

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

head cocked, face screwed up, obviously recognising me, but unsure where

close up, his pupils are huge,

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

he grins, jabbing vee’d fingers towards his eyes, then back at me. “Eu vejo você, Senhor Klempner.” And he reaches for something

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

stills. Slit throats are a messy

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