I felt a tingling where they had been.Javier indicated that I should pull over to a broken down looking 3 flat apartments. Some of the windows were bo...rded up, but that was the norm here on the west side. "Come on in," he said.The inside of the house was dark and musty smelling. The only furnishings in the room were a big mattress with no sheet, lying askew in the front room. "This is where you stay at?" I asked incredulously."Naw," he said, "this is where I hang." Ah, I thought, a personal. I paid and went in young skinny girls. I sat by door and watched her all nite and she knew it. Just before closing I asked if want to go somewhere after she was off she said she could not. But she would be here tomarrow. So it was saterday nite and I went back to see her. we talked more and she told me she did not have to work but she wanted to see if I would show up. We got something to drink and went back to motel. i think she was scared when we got there. She thought I was one of those guys. Let go, let go!" I squeeze harder, "Beg me, you worthless scum!", wrenching his flesh. Thrashing and cursing, Mogash finally relents. "Please, I beg you, let go of my fucking leg!" I release my grip from his putrid flesh. "Now get the fuck up off my throne!" Mogash rolls to his left, and scurries away from me, ducking, hoping I don't claw him again. His boys flee with him-- well away from me. A chorus of cheers erupts from the girls. I sit on my throne as Starial rushes to get me a drink. I. I confess, I wasn’t thinking very clearly. Bursting onto the porch overlooking the parking area, I was just in time to see a large black car speeding away. I glanced around. Jasper Reynolds was sitting on the ground at the foot of the concrete steps, his legs stretched out in front of him, covered in blood. His pistol was several feet away. He was watching the retreating automobile forlornly. Loretta was nowhere to be seen.Seeing me at last, he worked a hand into his pants pocket and produced a.