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\chapter{The Long Finger of the Law}
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\by{Dr Scoofles}
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``Listen sweetheart{\ldots}'' I lean back in my chair and slide my feet
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onto my desk as I light the cigarette that hangs between my lips
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``thats the fee, flat rate, take it or leave it!'' I squint my flinty
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eye at the dame sat across the desk from me. Not bad looking,
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blonde wig slightly off centre and a few gaps in her kisser but a
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man like me can't afford to be picky. A man like me takes what he
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can get in this hard cold world.
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``Mr Bavarious, you know I'm desperate to get my hands on those
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pictures!'' she whispers breathily. She leans forward and as I catch
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a waft of her breath I lean back. I bet she wants these pictures,
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and bad. I took them last week as she slipped out of her lovers
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bed. Her husband would pay to see these. The question is will this
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broad pay more? My name is Luke Bavarious and I'm a P.I. I don't
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deal in honour and justice, I deal in the truth and the truth is a
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mean cold hearted son of a bitch. The truth ruins lives and tears
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families apart. I open my desk draw, the envelope with the pictures
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sits nestled between my gun and my bourbon. I take out the bottle
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and pour two drinks. She takes a drag on the cigarettes and
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continues
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``I have no money, but I'll do whatever it takes.''
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I think about it for a second. I know what she means, women with no
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money have one currency that is valuable to a rouge like me. My
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eyes take her in, her yellow fingers, scrawny neck and sagging
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bust. I decide a man like me can afford to be picky after
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all.
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``Sorry sweetheart, you better leave.'' I slam back the bourbon and
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cock my finger towards the door ``don't let it hit you on the way
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out, lady.''
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I finish up the second drink and decide I better get around to the
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dear husbands house before it gets too dark. No time like the
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present to finish this dirty job and get my money. I slip on my
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trusty overcoat, pocket the pictures and my gun then slip out the
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back door.
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Night drew in fast, wrapping itself around me like a dark cape. I
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walk quickly, partly to keep the cold out and partly to give myself
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some distance. I knew that broad would follow me. Women ain't
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smart. I turned to look behind me, let her know I'm onto her game.
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Thats when it comes upon me, so damn fast I don't get a chance to
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pull my gun. I feel a hiss of breath in my face, I recognize the
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foul stench from earlier as yellow fingers scrabble at my neck! I
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drop down and kick out, I feel her knee snap and the bone saws its
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way raggedly through her meaty flesh. Blood spatters onto my face
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and pours into my mouth. I swallow it then vomit gushes from my
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mouth, bloody vomit and bile gushes all over my coat and all over
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the crazy broad as she scrambles on top of me. Her fingers seem to
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grow longer, longer as they feel about my coat. My God, I look in
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horror as I see her writhing about, her fingers several meters long
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as they feel around inside my coat, searching for the pictures. Her
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hands are now two elongated nightmares, the bones snapping and
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crackling as they bend and scrape around my fighting body.
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Revulsion overwhelms me, I gag and cough as I feel her bony fingers
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scraping into my pocket. They withdraw the pictures and in a moment
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tears them to shreds. As I black out the last sight I see is her
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jaw unhinging as she leans in towards me, to deliver the final
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deadly kiss.
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Edit - Yeah I just realized I have omitted entirely the
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disrespecting of the kids. I can only hold up the feeble defence
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that the woman is most certainly being disrespected by our dashing
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P.I and is also young (ahem). That'll teach Luke to respect those
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slightly younger than him{\ldots} Ahh sorry
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