Postcard from Chinguashi

“I’m Joey.”

“I know.”  She stared into his eyes.  “I’m Holly Huang.  Same name as the man you killed.”

“What the fuck you talkin’ about?”  Joey became very alert.

“Murder,” she said.  “You left your postcard.  You said my father killed Alfie Mottolli.  How many guineas around here named Mottolli?  Not so many.”

“You can’t prove a thing.”

“Don’t want to.  You didn’t ask proof when you killed my father.”  Her voice was low and direct.  “He wasn’t the best father.  He beat me sometimes, but he was my father.  Understand?  That means I have to kill you.  See, I’m against revenge and that kind of stuff.  But, inside,” she said placing her hand over her heart, “inside I will feel very good to see you dead.”

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