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…

is liable to turn up at about the same time as on previous occasions. After all, he wants his clientele to know when

Antonio’s bar gives me what I want: a view of

delivered it to Juliana, or at least to the poor sap whose arm she was hanging on. I’m intending a slightly different script

wait to see if he follows the same routine with Antonio. He

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

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

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

much the

one bar, restaurant and store after another, exactly the same routine as when I followed him on the first occasion. I

down an alley: a nice quiet… nay, deserted

That will do nicely…

or

to peel ten per cent

shufti

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

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

face screwed up, obviously recognising me, but unsure where

close up, his pupils are huge, dilated well

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

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

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

to 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

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