The Wolves and the Nightshades…

Gang names…

?

‘Wolves’ has masculine overtones, a touch of the machismo about it. I can see that as a gang name.

But Nightshades?

What gang calls itself Nightshades?

Poison is a woman’s weapon…

Chewing my potato, I retrieve Sola’s text on poisons.

Nightshade…

Also known as Belladonna… ‘used historically as medicine, poison and cosmetic…

Cosmetic?

I read on… Belladona…’Beautiful lady… the juice used historically in Italy to enlarge the pupils of women to enhance their appearance…

Fuck me…

I flick a page or two: Symptoms of belladonna poisoning… dilated pupils, rash or flushed skin on the face, neck and upper body, accelerated heartbeat, epileptic spasms, vomiting…

*****

James

“What do you think?”

Michael raises brows. “Klempner?”

“Of course, Klempner. D’you think he’s alive?”

He scratches into his scalp. “With the kind of life he's led… leads… I suppose it was only a matter of time before he walked into one of these situations and didn’t walk out again.”

“I suppose. Still, it’s hard to imagine him going down with some half-crazed woman. I mean, drug barons, criminal overlords, yes. Experienced mercenaries or assassins… You can see how they might have outclassed him. But some half-cocked girl with a grudge? How could she have gotten the better of him?”

“That’s not really the question is it?”

“No?”

“No. The question is, how is Mitch handling it?”

Guilt clutches at me. “Not well.”

*****

Klempner

as though

fashion statement consists of a tight geisha-style dress in green silk, heavily embroidered with gold dragons. It’s too loud against the curly, mid-brown hair

the hell did you seduce so

be a fucking

what are we going to talk about

sit a little more comfortably, straightening up against the wall. “What would you like

My tailbone is rubbing and I move to ease the pressure. It works, but now my weight is on my backside and I was never bulky. There’s not enough flesh there to cushion me against

she snaps, “You’re not

not easy to pay attention with concrete rubbing a hole

Aren’t you comfy?” Pleasure gleams in

if your idea is to keep me incarcerated in the dark for as long as

props

“A chair?”

chair. I didn’t bring you down here to

If they get infected which, in

and smiles. “We'll see. Perhaps I’ll give you something…

*****

in my corner, I stare

This is it then.

survived it all… Outlived them

Mercenaries…

Murderers…

Machete-wielding savages…

bastards just like me… Some of them worse than

I survived the lot.

I'm captured by

No… Not stupid…

Vengeful…

Depraved…

Insane…

Yes, insane…

find something to laugh at,

a sack

diagnosis, but encapsulating all the

What's her intention?

What does she want?

To kill me?

I'd already be dead.

at

what does

Power.

enjoy wielding power over

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