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

and behaving as though our

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

the hell did you

a fucking wow in the

what are we going to talk

little more comfortably, straightening up against the wall. “What would you like to talk about?

my weight is on my backside and I was never

pressing, she snaps, “You’re

to pay attention with concrete rubbing

Aren’t you comfy?” Pleasure gleams

in the dark for

teeth, then props her chin on her knuckles.

“A chair?”

a chair. I didn’t bring you down here to enjoy

cushion then? I’m getting sores in my skin from rubbing against damp concrete. If they get infected which, in these conditions, they probably will, your source of entertainment will be cut

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

*****

corner, I stare into

This is it then.

survived it all… Outlived

Mercenaries…

Murderers…

Machete-wielding savages…

me… Some of them worse

I survived the lot.

I'm captured by one stupid

No… Not stupid…

Vengeful…

Depraved…

Insane…

Yes, insane…

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

than a sack

but encapsulating all

What's her intention?

What does she want?

To kill me?

I'd already be dead.

Or at least

what does she

Power.

wielding

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