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…

the same time as on previous occasions. After all, he wants his clientele to know when to have

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

paths crossed, he made it away with the money and delivered it to Juliana, or

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

to face the rigours of the hot day,

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

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

the

on the first occasion. I follow at a discreet distance on the other side

turns down an alley: a nice quiet…

That will do nicely…

or to

maybe to peel ten per cent off

quick shufti around

and not much more. Wonder Boy’s standing

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

head cocked, face screwed up, obviously

are huge, dilated well beyond what the lighting should

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

barely a sound, his cock still hanging

messy business and it’s broad daylight. I

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