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…

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 pillage and

bar gives me what

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 she

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

the rigours of the hot day, he

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

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

the better

exactly the same 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

That will do nicely…

piss or

maybe to peel ten per cent off the

quick shufti

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

When he does register I’m there, he’s still got his dick in his hand. My hand

cocked, face screwed up, obviously recognising me, but

pupils are huge, dilated well beyond

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

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

throat. He drops with barely a sound, his cock still hanging out of his pants, clutching at his throat

a messy business and it’s broad daylight. I don’t want to have to exit the alley

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