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

back, and behaving as though our

heavily embroidered with gold dragons. It’s too loud against the curly, mid-brown hair and subdued, flesh-tone lipstick. But I’m not

did you

be a fucking wow in

going to

comfortably, straightening up against the wall. “What would

tailbone is rubbing and I move to ease the pressure. It works, but now my weight is

pressing, she snaps, “You’re not

with concrete rubbing a hole in

baby. Aren’t you comfy?” Pleasure gleams

know I’m not, but if your idea is to keep me incarcerated in the dark for as long as

her teeth, then props her chin on

“A chair?”

I didn’t bring

damp concrete. If they get infected which, in these conditions, they probably will, your source of entertainment will

rocks a hand; sniffs and smiles. “We'll see. Perhaps I’ll give you something… since you're

*****

corner, I stare into the

This is it then.

it all… Outlived them

Mercenaries…

Murderers…

Machete-wielding savages…

like me… Some of them

I survived the lot.

I'm captured by

No… Not stupid…

Vengeful…

Depraved…

Insane…

Yes, insane…

chuckle. If I don’t find something to laugh at, I’ll

a sack

diagnosis, but encapsulating

What's her intention?

What does she want?

To kill me?

I'd already be dead.

at

what does she

Power.

wielding power

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