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…

on

me what I

money and delivered it to Juliana, or at least to the poor sap whose arm she was hanging

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

hot day, he makes

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

that befell his comrade-in-arms, he’s not paying attention to

the

store after another, exactly the same routine as when I followed him on the first occasion.

a nice quiet… nay, deserted

That will do nicely…

or

ten per cent off the top before

quick shufti around the

Boy’s standing just beyond the cans with his

second, soft-shoe’d sprint and he doesn’t even hear me until I’m almost on top of him. When he does register I’m there, he’s still got his dick in his hand. My hand holds a

pauses, head cocked, face screwed up, obviously recognising

huge, dilated well beyond

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

eyes, then back at me.

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

he stills. Slit throats are a messy business and

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