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…

working assumption that Wonder Boy is liable to turn up at about the same time as on

Antonio’s bar gives me what I want: a

The last 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

to see if he follows the same routine with Antonio.

of the hot day,

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

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

much the better

and store 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 street, waiting

a

That will do nicely…

piss or to

maybe to peel ten per cent off the

shufti around

not much more. Wonder Boy’s standing just beyond the cans with his back to me, recycling Antonio’s beer

five second, soft-shoe’d sprint and he doesn’t even hear me until I’m almost on top of him. When

screwed up, obviously recognising me,

are huge, dilated well

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

vee’d fingers towards his eyes, then back

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

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

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