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Three Times a Killer by Michael Haynes

When a job seems to be easy money, maybe what you were¬†hired¬†for isn’t exactly why you’re there.

I was sitting at a bar, drinking another Black Label, when the man came up to me. I should have known he was bad news, a fellow like that with his nice suit, in a low-rent bar like the one I was in that day. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was that I was still basically a kid, only twenty years old, but I didn’t twig to it.

“I hear you’re looking for work, Lawrence,” he said, lowering himself gently onto the stool next to mine.… Read the rest

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