The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Seventeen
Fri Dec 01 2000 at 4:40:06
d in several places in his life, but he couldn't remember every lying in it for so long before. "This fucking stinks," he thought and said, at the same time, with little
coming out of the side of his mouth. The words echoed in the trunk of that limo and in his bulging forehead for what seemed like
He'd just about
from the smell when the car made a quick
into what sounded like a
. When the brakes came on and he was tossed into the
, he heard the voices up front saying, "Yeah, this is it."
Deck barely had the presence of mind to
the CD in the limo's other wheel well. He could only hope the smell of partially recycled
in the trunk would keep the
s from looking there.
s opened up the trunk and hauled him out, hitting his head on the
. He bit the ankle of the lesser of two evils. It didn't even register in the
brain of his target. They hauled him into an old warehouse and strapped him into a chair with several rounds of
When the lights came on, he looked up to see a guy that looked like a weird version of
breathing right in his face with the smell of
. "You 'da one what's got 'da CD with the boss's stuff on it, ain't 'ya?"
Deck raised his blistered head and murmured, "All I've got is a video of
just laughed at him and said, "Listen to me, you
. You're walkin' outta here on stumps or you're not walkin' out at all. You ain't got no cards t' play. Now,
is in Federal Court right now, gettin'
for what they know. What they
know is what
know. Now gimme that CD or tell me where it is, or you ain't gonna be smokin' notin' but the fire in hell, mothafucker."
Deck was crazy, but he wasn't
. He understood now that the game was at an end. His patron, Kim Li, had been caught doing the least of what was on that CD. If the Feds got their hands on the real
, he'd be frying like a convict in
"Listen, ol' sport," he said, "that CD is safe with me. It's in the hands of my trusty assistant, a guy by the name of Sneaky Petey Wilson.
Ring a bell
Murmurs went thru the gang of thugs. They knew Sneaky Pete alright. In fact, Petey had been the one who'd
sister of the goomba that was about to
Deck. And he'd done it while the goomba was looking right at the two of them together. He didn't see a thing, except the trickle of blood and Petey's sly grin. Damnedest thing he'd ever seen. So he was all ears while Deck spent the rest of his breath with this:
"I'll make damn sure that Petey keeps that to himself.
you give me a plane ticket to the
and whatever I need to be comfortable there. I'm talking about money, you dumbass. Get that quizzical look off your face.
What kind of fuckin' language does
make sense to you in?"
. . . / . . .
dannye and Lord Brawl
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