Rook & Tooth And Claw
“The bullet-shaped doorman was even more hostile than he had been before. “You got your nerve, Charlie. If I was you, I’d be in Nome, Alaska, by now.”
“What is this place?” Jim asked him. “The Nome, Alaska, tourist board?”
“Chill won’t see you. Chill’s not seeing nobody.”
“Tell Chill I have something for him. A little gift from Umber Jones.” Jim’s heart was beating more violently than usual, but all the same there was something indescribably exciting about talking to hard men like these and knowing that he had the upper hand. For the first time in his life he understood why some men turned to crime. It was pure adrenaline. He loved the terse, euphemistic conversations that barely kept a lid on ruthless acts of violence – beatings, knee-cappings, killings. He loved the constant threat of saying the wrong thing; of showing disrespect, or weakness; or pushing his luck just a little too far.
It was almost as exciting as teaching, he thought, wryly.
The doorman talked in the phone and then ...he said, “Okay … you know where to go.”MoreLess
“What is this place?” Jim asked him. “The Nome, Alaska, tourist board?”
“Chill won’t see you. Chill’s not seeing nobody.”
“Tell Chill I have something for him. A little gift from Umber Jones.” Jim’s heart was beating more violently than usual, but all the same there was something indescribably exciting about talking to hard men like these and knowing that he had the upper hand. For the first time in his life he understood why some men turned to crime. It was pure adrenaline. He loved the terse, euphemistic conversations that barely kept a lid on ruthless acts of violence – beatings, knee-cappings, killings. He loved the constant threat of saying the wrong thing; of showing disrespect, or weakness; or pushing his luck just a little too far.
It was almost as exciting as teaching, he thought, wryly.
The doorman talked in the phone and then ...he said, “Okay … you know where to go.”MoreLess
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