Horace admired the material. ‘Nice slack’s, Marty. What is it, Italian?’ ‘Armani.’ Horace nodded, impressed. ‘I’d keep ’em, I was you...’ ‘Naw, I got three inches more in the waist now then back then.’ Back in the day, Marty had lived large. He stole cars, hijacked trucks, and robbed high stake poker games, and payrolls. Flush with cash, he hovered up cocaine for breakfast and Maker’s Mark for lunch, so jittery from dope and hung over from booze he seldom bothered to eat. He had gained thirty. ?You always did say that you wanted to breastfeed your babies someday. Do you think that you can do now that you have just one maimed tit, Sis?? Carl said to Anna with a malevolent smile on his face. Carl tried to revive Anna to consciousness with the smelling salts but was unsuccessful. He figured that she had gone into shock due to blood loss. ?Oh, well. I’m not quite done with the little Russian bitch.? Carl had one knife in the fire, glowing red and ready for use. He pulled it. More

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