any more. Just another complication.”

“You’ve been in tough spots before.”

“Sure Kid, life in the jungle, you know.” He punched my arm. “But I’m thinking my luck may have run its course.”  He sat down at his desk, quiet for a minute, “Nah. The world needs me.”

“You have a plan?”

“Retirement. Change of scenery.  Me and Loretta. Maybe Miami. Open a place of our own.”

“And the Canadians? You just said they aren’t goin’ away.”  I sat on the edge of his desk. Angel was buried in a magazine on the couch.

“Kid, no lie, they want me dead. I figure after losing three goons, they don’t have much choice. Unless he calls for the cavalry, it&rsquo...

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