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…

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

lurking spot near Antonio’s bar gives me what I

turns up, 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 poor sap whose arm

same routine with Antonio. He does, except that this

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

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

he’s not paying attention to what’s going on around

much the

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

turns down an alley: a

That will do nicely…

piss or to

per cent

shufti around

occupied by a couple of tall trash cans and not much more. Wonder Boy’s

he doesn’t even hear me until I’m almost on top of him. When he does register I’m there, he’s still got his dick in his hand. My

up, obviously recognising me, but unsure where

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

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

light dawns across dull features. Abruptly, he grins, jabbing vee’d fingers towards his eyes, then back at me. “Eu vejo você,

barely a sound, his cock

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

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