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H
e
stare
s
a
t
m
e
.

‘O
r
I
coul
d
slic
e
yo
u
an
d
tha
t
Saturda
y-
nigh
t
cocksucke
r
you’r
e
sleepin
g
wit
h.
’

I
sho
w
hi
m
th
e
blad
e
.

‘You’r
e
no
t
suc
h
a
ba
d
ma
n
withou
t
you
r
piec
e,
ar
e
yo
u,
Sa
l?
Yo
u
ough
t
t
o
slee
p
wit
h
tha
t.
4
5
unde
r
you
r
pillo
w.
’

‘Yo
u
tal
k
t
o
th
e
bos
s
an
d
you’r
e
dea
d.
Yo
u
bette
r
mak
e
sur
e
thi
s
pric
k
wit
h
a
scalpe
l
make
s
yo
u
loo
k
a
lo
t
differen
t
..
.
Al
l
righ
t.
I’l
l
cal
l
hi
m
..
.
Yo
u
sa
y
we’r
e
stil
l
gonn
a
b
e
i
n
busines
s
togethe
r?
’

I
no
d
slowl
y
.

‘
W
e
go
t
thre
e
order
s
t
o
fil
l
fro
m
Thailan
d.
They’r
e
indirect
s,
lik
e
alway
s.
Som
e
busines
s
peopl
e
fro
m
German
y
an
d
Switzerlan
d
ar
e
goin
’
throug
h
ou
r
broke
r
i
n
Europ
e.
’

‘I’l
l
b
e
bac
k
i
n
th
e
saddl
e
jus
t
a
s
soo
n
a
s
th
e
stitche
s
com
e
ou
t
..
.
W
e
hav
e
thi
s
D
r
Richmon
d
unde
r
certai
n
restraint
s?
’

‘Joh
n
go
t
hi
m
ou
t
o
f
a
hi
t-
an
d-
ru
n
homicid
e.
Th
e
goo
d
docto
r
wa
s
drun
k
an
d
h
e
ra
n
ove
r
som
e
jogge
r
runnin
g
o
n
th
e
Oute
r
Driv
e.
H
e
owe
s
u
s
majo
r.
It’
s
n
o
proble
m.’
 

‘Cal
l
hi
m,
the
n.
’

‘No
w,
Marc
o?
’

I
loo
k
a
t
hi
m
an
d
I
tur
n
th
e
blad
e
ove
r
an
d
ove
r
i
n
m
y
han
d
.

‘
Yo
u
ar
e
on
e
goof
y
motherfucke
r.
Why’
d
yo
u
hav
e
t
o
d
o
John’
s
siste
r?
’

‘Sh
e
betraye
d
m
e.
’

‘Ho
w
th
e
fuc
k
di
d
sh
e
betra
y
yo
u?
’

I
ri
p
a
slic
e
acros
s
hi
s
chee
k
befor
e
he’
s
abl
e
t
o
pul
l
bac
k.
Th
e
bloo
d
ripple
s
dow
n
hi
s
chee
k
.

‘Jesu
s
fuckin
g
Chris
t!’
h
e
crie
s
ou
t.
H
e
put
s
a
han
d
t
o
th
e
chee
k
t
o
stanc
h
th
e
bloo
d
.

‘Wome
n
alway
s
betra
y
yo
u.
Sh
e
wa
s
ho
w
the
y
wer
e
goin
g
t
o
ge
t
t
o
m
e.
Sh
e
wa
s
th
e
wa
y
th
e
cop
s
wer
e
goin
g
t
o
fin
d
m
e.
I
f
yo
u
hoo
k
yoursel
f
t
o
a
woma
n,
they’l
l
fin
d
a
wa
y
t
o
dra
g
yo
u
dow
n
befor
e
the
y
leav
e
yo
u.
Haven’
t
yo
u
figure
d
tha
t
ou
t
ye
t,
Sa
l?
’

‘Jesu
s
Go
d,
you’r
e
nut
s.
’

‘Ge
t
o
n
th
e
phon
e.
D
o
i
t
no
w.
’

H
e
continue
s
t
o
hol
d
hi
s
woun
d
an
d
walk
s
t
o
th
e
wal
l
phon
e
.

‘Th
e
bleeding’l
l
sto
p
soo
n.I
jus
t
nicke
d
yo
u.
Tel
l
he
r
yo
u
di
d
i
t
shavin
g.
’

H
e
make
s
th
e
cal
l.I
ca
n
hea
r
tha
t
Richmond’
s
al
l
pisse
d
of
f
a
t
bein
g
awakene
d
.

‘H
e
want
s
t
o
kno
w
whe
n,
Marc
o.
’

‘No
w.
Fort
y-
fiv
e
minute
s.
A
t
hi
s
clini
c.
’

H
e
tell
s
th
e
docto
r
.