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…

a working assumption that Wonder Boy is liable to turn up at about the same time as on previous occasions. After all,

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

to Juliana, or at least to the

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

the rigours of the hot day, he makes for the clothes store over the

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

even after the events that befell his comrade-in-arms, he’s not paying attention

much the better for

exactly the same routine as when I followed him on the first occasion. I follow at a discreet

down an alley: a

That will do nicely…

piss or to

cent off the top before he

shufti around

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

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

cocked, face screwed up, obviously recognising me,

his pupils are huge, dilated well

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

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

reaching hand, then across his throat. He drops with barely a sound, his cock still

back to the alley entrance, I wait until he stills. Slit throats are a messy business and it’s broad daylight. I don’t want to have to exit the alley covered

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