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Extending an arm toward the booth, Little D said, “Have a seat” He picked up the gun, checked the chamber, reet the rest back after we get some answers”

Narsh slid into the booth, opposite me, and Little D sat beside Narsh, who looked quizzically at my face beneath the cap

“More tai chi?” I said, feeling more at ease

“Nah Sometimes brute force is called for” Little D relanced at Narsh “I’ll start You do a lot of business for Fisher, don’t you?”

“What if I do?”

“A lot of business ain’t exactly legal”

“What if it ain’t?”

I placed a copy of the ledger in front of Narsh “Can you tell me who these people are?”

Narsh squinted “Look, I dunno nothin’ I’ around talkin’ about it”

“But this does represent income Fisher hasn’t claimed, doesn’t it?”

“You with the IRS?”

I shook my head

“Then whatchoo care, bitch?”

Little D dropped the clip His hand shot up and clamped Narsh’s neck “You will use a poli

te tone when addressing my friend,” he said