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…

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

gives me what I

right on time. The last time our paths crossed, he made it away with the money and delivered it to Juliana, or at least to the

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

of the hot day, he makes for the clothes store over

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

comrade-in-arms, he’s not paying

the

same routine as when I followed him on the first occasion. I follow at

alley: a nice

That will do nicely…

or to

peel ten per cent off the

quick shufti around the

Boy’s standing just beyond the

on top of him. When he does

face screwed up, obviously recognising me,

his pupils are huge,

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

features. Abruptly, he grins, jabbing vee’d fingers towards his eyes, then back at me.

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

Slit throats are a messy business and it’s

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