Open Season
“Kunkle’s fury was such that it rendered him speechless, a fact for which I, and certainly the other two, were extremely grateful.
All personnel—every patrolman and detective—were sent out to find Hill before Ski Mask did, and I later felt that if there was a God, he displayed his mercy by allowing Kunkle to come up the winner. Hill was located two hours later in the back room of Login’s Cafe, bracing himself for the day ahead with a half bottle of scotch. As it turned out, he needed all the num...bing he could get—he was already the worse for wear by the time Kunkle dragged him through our doors.
I raised my eyebrows at the spreading blue and red bruise on the dazed man’s cheekbone.
“He resisted,” Kunkle muttered and shook Hill by the collar as if to show the fight was still undecided.
It seemed to me Kunkle’s grip was the only thing keeping Hill on his feet. He rolled his eyes and whined, “Resisted, hell. I didn’t even know who the son of a bitch was. I ought to sue somebody.”MoreLess
All personnel—every patrolman and detective—were sent out to find Hill before Ski Mask did, and I later felt that if there was a God, he displayed his mercy by allowing Kunkle to come up the winner. Hill was located two hours later in the back room of Login’s Cafe, bracing himself for the day ahead with a half bottle of scotch. As it turned out, he needed all the num...bing he could get—he was already the worse for wear by the time Kunkle dragged him through our doors.
I raised my eyebrows at the spreading blue and red bruise on the dazed man’s cheekbone.
“He resisted,” Kunkle muttered and shook Hill by the collar as if to show the fight was still undecided.
It seemed to me Kunkle’s grip was the only thing keeping Hill on his feet. He rolled his eyes and whined, “Resisted, hell. I didn’t even know who the son of a bitch was. I ought to sue somebody.”MoreLess
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