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

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

it to Juliana, or

same routine with Antonio. He does, except that

the hot day, he makes for the clothes

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

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

the better for

through one bar, restaurant and store after another, exactly the same routine as when I followed him on the first occasion. I follow at a

turns down an alley: a nice

That will do nicely…

piss or to

peel ten per cent off the top before he

quick shufti around

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

him. When he does register I’m

face screwed up, obviously recognising me, but

his pupils are huge, dilated well beyond

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

towards his eyes, then back at me. “Eu vejo você, Senhor Klempner.” And he reaches for something

He drops with barely a sound, his cock still hanging out of his pants, clutching at his throat and

I wait until he stills. Slit throats are a messy business and it’s broad daylight. I don’t

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