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Requiem For A Stripper #374

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He stuffed it into my coat's top pocket. It hung out like a money handkerchief. I almost yanked it out and shoved it down Minga's throat, but then I remembered my rent.

"What the hell is this for, Minga?" I asked.

"For killing Schmidt. You see, I was with him when he made out his will. He left the Pussycat to me."

"First off, I didn't kill Schmidt. Second of all, let me give you a receipt for this."

I hauled off and punched him in the face. He hit the floor.

"I enjoyed that," I said with a grin...

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    Neville Hunt 9 months ago

    Oh Jake... I must say I’m a little disappointed with you. Unnecessary ffffforce!

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    Christopher 9 months ago

    Well, I intended from the very beginning to have Jake knock him out at the end of it. And I originally intended for Jake to find a pile of money at the Immoral Society party, like the guests bringing their tribute, and then on the way out as the place was going up in flames he was supposed to grab some to cover the cost of the case. But I forgot to do it.

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    Christopher 9 months ago

    So, I had Minga give him money. I guess it did look bad for Jake to hit him after that. But don't forget, Minga sent his goons to chase Jake down in his car and they shot at him too. So Minga's no boy scout.

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    Neville Hunt 9 months ago

    Fair comment!🥴 Minga’s a mean, murderous motherf****er after all! I’m looking forward to meeting him again in the next outing for Jake!

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