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Lucifer

“Motherfucker!” Corowl as I shake my hand

The punch to this piece of shit’s jaw sent tingling sensations up my arm

Mickey Dalton sputters gibberish out of his busted lips “I… I… Swear I will pay… just gotta…”

I’er fish to fry than this sambler

Looking over the man’s shoulder, I nod to Andrew “Ensure he fully understands how much he owes Remove his pinky”

“Yes, sir” Andrew nods

“Wha… No!” Mickey shouts as Andrew heads to the table where he keeps a black bag stowed

Turning around, I look at Siht-hand man “Where are we at with the other three files?”

“Two have been collected on, the last I aiting on your judgment”

“Marshall Dawson”

“He has flat out refused to cooperate with any of our attempts to collect He believes his status is untouchable He will give us no answer on where he was or what has happened to our money”

“Is he finally home?” I ask

“Arrived earlier tonight”

A h-pitched screauy’s t-shirt

Andrew raises his voice only slightly as he grabs the , asshole Lucifer doesn’t like hearing pigs fucking about”

Walking out through the door and into the hall, I look to Si?”

“Clean, with everything accounted for…”

“Yet, you still have doubts?” I ask him as alk

“I do I just can’t explain why”