20 In 5 -- Vol. II -- A Target For Bullet

“You Hank Bullet?”

What was it about the cat
that got it in trouble?

“No.”

 “Wiseass. Mr. Bruno wants to see you. Now.”

I sipped my whiskey, neat, like my office wasn’t. “No.”

A meaty hand gripped my shoulder to make it bleed. “Nobody makes Mr. Bruno wait.”

I tried to finish my whiskey and managed to down it without spilling a drop or trembling. My shoulder was still being crushed. I threw a fin on the bar, my last one, and said casually, “Keep the change, Mike. These boys and I are heading out.”

Meaty Hand grunted and his partner--I’ll call him Red Donkey on account of his having a red face and he looked dumber than a post--escorted me to a big black car parked illegally in front of Mike’s. The cop on the beat frowned when he saw me, but hastily tipped his hat at Meaty and Donkey. The long arm of the law waving timidly at lawlessness. The ride was short and my only sally, “Can we swing by to pick up my laundry at Ho Ching’s?” was met with very obvious silence. Donkey drove like he owned the street and got us to our destination on the wharf about nineteen minutes less than legal speed limits and traffic laws allowed. We got out and Meaty pounded a huge metal door, drumming the silence of the smelly piers away.

We went in and up two flights of narrow stairs. At the top, we turned left down a narrow corridor, Meaty in front, the Ass in the rear, where it should be, until we reached a steel reinforced door that Meaty tapped with surprising gentleness. The door clicked open. Inside was... 

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Continued in Volume II of "20 in 5." Please purchase a copy today to finish "A Target For Bullet;" available directly from Smashwords in a variety of e-book formats. Or you can purchase it from the Mis Tribus eBook Store. 


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