Grand Guginol

“But it wouldn’t,” I said, feeling around for something with me foot.

“You of all people should know,” the Hierophant said, slowly rising to his knees. “Who was he this time? Another composer? A sculptor? An insipid poet?”

“All I’ll say is that you’re probably wishing he’s where I am now,” I said, finding what I was looking for.

“True,” Rhames said, cocking the hammer. “Even with everything you’ve figured out, I don’t want to kill you.”

“Then just pay me what Phillips owed me and we’ll call it even,” I said, standing up and making a point to keep me right leg a little back.

“Blackmail is a possibility for as long as you are still breathing,” Rhames said, shaking his head.





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