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…

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 have the money available for

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

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 for our encounter

if he follows the same routine with Antonio. He

the rigours of the hot day,

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

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

the better

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

alley: a nice quiet…

That will do nicely…

piss or

per cent off

quick shufti around

Boy’s standing just beyond the cans with his

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

up, obviously recognising me, but unsure

now, close up, his pupils are huge, dilated well beyond what the

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

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

out, first at the reaching hand, then across his throat. He drops with barely a sound, his cock still hanging out

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

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