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…

up at about the same time as on previous occasions. After all, he wants his

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

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

to see if he follows the same routine with Antonio. He does, except that this time, helps himself to a beer. Then

hot day, he

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

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

the better

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

a

That will do nicely…

piss or

ten per cent off the top before

quick shufti around

passageway occupied by a couple of tall trash cans and not much more. Wonder Boy’s standing just beyond the cans with his back

soft-shoe’d sprint and he doesn’t even hear me until I’m almost on top of him. When he does register I’m

face screwed up, obviously recognising

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

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

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

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

I wait until he stills. Slit throats are a messy

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