The detective moved into a better light and read the words scrawled on the crumpled page…
People get the wrong idea about people like me; enforcers, that is. They think you owe money to a loan-shark, we break your legs with a baseball-bat, crush your hands in vice grips. That looks good in movies, sure. But it’s bad business.
A destination wedding turned out to be a great idea, it certainly kept the riffraff away. Only Maribell’s parents, her closest friends and Feldman’s best man, Terrence, were in attendance. Feldman’s parents had both passed away when he was very young, leaving him to be raised by his grandmother, Mildred. As far as Maribell was concerned she did a fantastic job. Feldman was a perfect gentleman.
It’s the crime writing awards season, it seems. So here’s a quick mention of some that are relevant to Pulp Metal Magazine.
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