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…

to turn up at about the same time as on previous

me what I want: a view of the

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 was hanging on. I’m intending a slightly different script for our encounter this

around, I wait to see if he follows the same routine with Antonio. He does, except that this time,

refreshed to face the rigours of the hot day, he makes for the

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

befell his comrade-in-arms, he’s not paying

much the

store after another, 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 for that special

an alley: a nice quiet… nay,

That will do nicely…

or

ten per cent off the top before

quick shufti around the

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

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

up, obviously recognising me, but

are huge, dilated well

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

back at me.

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

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

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