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Bourbon On The Rocks #207


After the last of the patrons had exited and it was only Cherokee Club employees and me Diamond looked at the bartender and said, “Get the staff out and go home. Now!”

The bartender quickly fled for the kitchen. Within minutes the contents of the club had been reduced to Diamond, his two goons and me.

“You were a damned fool to come back here, Randolph,” Diamond said as he snapped his fingers at the two goons, who started toward me.

I pulled my pistol and pointed it at Diamond’s head.

“Call them off, Diamond, or you’re dead,” I said.

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