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…

assumption that Wonder Boy is liable to turn up at about the same time as on previous occasions. After all, he wants

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

Juliana, or at least to the poor sap whose arm she was hanging on. I’m

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

to face the rigours of the hot day, he

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

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

much the better

exactly the same routine as when I followed him on the first occasion. I

alley: a nice quiet… nay, deserted

That will do nicely…

piss or to

per cent off the

quick shufti around the

a couple of tall trash cans and not much more. Wonder Boy’s standing just beyond the cans with his back to me, recycling Antonio’s beer against

top of him. When he does register I’m

face screwed up, obviously recognising

close up, his pupils are huge,

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

towards his eyes, then back at me. “Eu vejo você, Senhor Klempner.” And

out, first at the reaching hand, then across his throat. He drops with barely

stills. Slit throats are a messy business and it’s broad daylight. I don’t want to have to exit

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