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…

about the same time as on

bar gives me what I want:

the money and delivered it to Juliana, or at least to the poor sap

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

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

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

comrade-in-arms, he’s not paying attention to what’s going on around

the

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 moment

alley: a nice

That will do nicely…

piss or to

peel ten per cent off the

shufti around

trash cans and not much more. Wonder Boy’s standing just beyond the

almost on top of him. When he does register I’m

up,

are huge, dilated well beyond what the

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

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

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

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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