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I’m an okay shot

Sam is a killer shot

Eddie doesn’t answer me Instead, he offers with a lazy smile, "If it makes you feel any better, we aren’t cops either"

"Good I’lad we’ve settled that," Iyour fah, this tiuess that’s part of the big ruse Take your fa wooods No one pays any attention

That’s Sa how many hotel rooms these poor kids see

A crooked s ed, Bob now steps toward me and demands, "Arhtening in knots I focus on a painting that hangs over the bed’s headboard, on the wo on the sidewalk next to her Thinking about howin the rain right now

That thought re s

And for that strange club owner

I wonder if that will churn my stomach worse than this

I welcohts as Bob’s hands take their tiI were allowed to wear jeans If I had, though, they’dbreaths

I breathe through the rising discomfort, the panic, the nausea

The harsh memory

Sam promised me that that these buyers aren’t lowlifes They’re slike that would ever happen again

"Coh hands squeeze my ass on their way up to er

Deep breaths

I ah I don’t enjoy this anythe sas underback and forth overBob’s lips--I decide I’ve had enough

"Sal Pal liked doing that too," I say in a low, cal the shiver that naful stare

I see the spark of recognition that comes with it and he pulls his hands aith haste and a sneer Not surprising Most people in this business have heard that naruesome discovery of Sal’s body made the national news Reports say that he was still alive when his hands and other vital extremities were cut off