He was a little men,no taller than one meter sixty wirh thin brown hair and large ears. His eyes, very open, and very dead. His arms were tied by ropes to the bedhead.
I looked for bullet holes, but there was nothing It was just the burns. I suppose his heard when they put the iron on his feet. He was still warm.
I cleaned everything that I had touched,looked out of kathy’s front window for a while then Left the house.
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It was three-thirty when I wailed into the cigar shop in the Mansion House Hotel and asked for a packet of cigarettes.
Kathy gave me the smile that she kept for customers.‘you didn’t take long’ she said, passing me the packet.
‘It’s serious,’I told her. Are you ready for this?
She looked past my head, her eyes cool and empty.
‘You get haif the money; I said. peelrr, s dead. He was bumped off-in his hed’
Kathy’s eyes moved a little, and a white line showed around her mourh. That was all.
‘Listen; I said. ‘don’t say anything until I’ ve finished. Somebody burned his feet with an electric iron. I think he probabiy died quickly and didn’t say very mach.