Blood’s trickling down my arm like warm slugs. Three men wait below as I swing on the meat hook. Moneybags doesn’t talk too much. Henchman Number One and the Goon flank him. Goon looks like a real sicko. Ten to one, he came up with the meat hook idea. Ten to one he couldn’t have stomached the job on his own. Looks like he’s enjoying himself down there, but it was Number One who hooked me, Number One who hoisted me up. Goon held me down, of course, and now he’s the only one smiling. Well, almost. I’m smiling too.
On the Hook
Tale Told 