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

me what

time. 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 was hanging on. I’m intending a slightly different script

to see if he follows the same routine with Antonio. He does, except

hot day, he makes for the

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

he’s not paying attention to

much the better

when I followed him on the first occasion. I follow at a discreet distance on

a nice

That will do nicely…

piss or to

to peel ten per cent off the top before he

quick shufti around

much more. Wonder Boy’s standing just beyond the cans with his back to

almost on top of him. When he does register I’m there, he’s still got his dick in his hand. My hand holds

head cocked, face screwed up, obviously recognising me, but

up, his pupils are huge, dilated well

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

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

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

throats are a messy business and it’s broad daylight. I don’t want

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