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…

working assumption that Wonder Boy is liable to turn up at about the same time as on previous occasions. After all, he wants his clientele to know when to

gives me what I

with the money and delivered it to Juliana, or at least

same routine with Antonio. He does, except that this time,

face the rigours of the hot day, he makes

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

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

much the better for

routine as when I followed him on the first occasion. I follow at a discreet distance on the other side of the street, waiting

an alley: a nice quiet…

That will do nicely…

or to

per cent off

quick shufti around the

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

on top of him. When he does register I’m there, he’s still got

face screwed up, obviously recognising

now, close up, his pupils are huge,

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

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

hand, then across his throat. He drops with barely

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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