Rimanoa

Trouble with livestock

4:36 p.m. Aug. 17.

I broke in the door, not entered (there was no point in pretending to be a pizza delivery guy — the subject had seen me before). The victim had a very puzzled look on his face (he's just a six-pack who doesn't understand or see anything), but his appearance was of absolutely no concern to me: "Out of order with the banks?" A question to start a conversation — it's clear to the elephant that he knows nothing about the underpayment. "What do you mean?"

"Where's the payment?"

"Payment?… Ah, didn't you get the money?"

"Why, you sheep, do you answer a question with a question?" "Who told you that?"

Just then, some dick with a shotgun pops out of the bathroom, chilling nearby, and starts pulling the trigger. "I didn't know you hung out with such maniacs," I said after our hero lay down from three Glock bullets. — А? You're such an asshole… Well, okay, who do you work for?"

"Not on anyone."

"Shame on you for lying." "It's…"

"I have other methods, though."

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Richard's number, "Send a man…" "Indala Park?"

"Right."

I knew that in a couple of minutes Edgar Norman ("Sugar", if you don't understand, it's because of his insensitivity to the life and death of others) would arrive in a black BMW. How many people this man killed for no reason (for fun) is God only knows. For him the expression "no witnesses" most likely meant that no one should see him at all.

And before he killed someone, his face was blurred with a malicious smile, and his eyes did not glisten, as in most killers, but glowed with red-black flames.

living three blocks away in a small house, so he didn't even order dinner, but bandaged the front of the hands and back of the legs of the "pig" (code name of the courier, given by me recently), and put the body of the "shotgunner" in the bathroom, took off his gloves, heavily doused with the famous liquid and, pouring the water set it on fire.