I clapped eyes on the cat sitting there in his own bean juice, and realised right away that he wouldn't be doing the same to me. Poor gink wouldn't be clapping eyes on anyone any more. Good thing this city had gotten me used to the finer sights in life.
"Shit, LaFresque." I didn't say anything else, not straight away. Someone had done a number on him, but the guy didn't need telling that. Looked like I'd come here to solve my own problem and taken on someone else's.
"Shit," I said again, 'cause that's what this whole situation was: shit from wall to wall, so fragrant the angels were holding their noses. "You gotta see a croaker, and soon."
Shit wasn't the only thing smelling. There was fish too, rubbed into every detail. Plugging a guy full of lead: sure, that might happen in some dime-a-dozen robbery. But cutting out his eye? That took a real nutjob - or maybe a guy nursing a grudge.
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"Shit, LaFresque." I didn't say anything else, not straight away. Someone had done a number on him, but the guy didn't need telling that. Looked like I'd come here to solve my own problem and taken on someone else's.
"Shit," I said again, 'cause that's what this whole situation was: shit from wall to wall, so fragrant the angels were holding their noses. "You gotta see a croaker, and soon."
Shit wasn't the only thing smelling. There was fish too, rubbed into every detail. Plugging a guy full of lead: sure, that might happen in some dime-a-dozen robbery. But cutting out his eye? That took a real nutjob - or maybe a guy nursing a grudge.