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Werdz by Ted Crumski
Werdz by Ted Crumski
All eyes flicked to the creaky sound that could only accompany the uninvited. The battered floorboard squealed like a rat put to flame, hollering so as not to be implicated itself—“INTERLOPER!”
“You wants I should grabs ’im, ties ’im up?” the brutish one grumbled through a throat parched by tobacco and structural demolition.
The gleaming one with a reek of cologne and clout placed a ringed pinky to lips pursed in consideration. “No, no, that won’t do. What do we need with a captive?”
Indecision . . .
Then the smarmy, weasel-faced one offered a solution, obvious and accepted for its simplicity: “What’s one more body tonight?”
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