THE TESTIMONIAL OF P.T. LYFANTOD — Reginald Mus

TWENTY THREE

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THE HAND DEALT           “I don’t understand,” Horse growled as Lyfantod dragged her down the stairs at a run, holding tightly to her sleeve so that she was forced to come along or be dragged.  “We killed him.  Bones is dead.  That ought to be the end of it!”           “We made a mistake, god damn it!”  Lyfantod nearly stumbled as they burst out of the stairwell at speed, skidded round the corner, and hurtled down the hallway to the front doors.  “We—”           The scene that confronted them when they...

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ORANGE JUICE & OTHER THINGS           After he’d taken her money, Cornelia Mus had offered P.T Lyfantod another drink.  Grateful though he was, he’d declined.  He'd tipped his glass to her as he downed what was left of his first, made some lame comment about never wasting good whiskey, and left with a warm burning in his gut.           The bouncer outside handed back his gun without comment.  Apparently he’d already received his orders.  Lyfantod thanked him, climbed into a cab that was idling by the curb just for him, and gave the...

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