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I don’t want to have to kill nobody. You know? I got three kids, an ex-wife and

a new wife. We all have bills to pay. We all have our dues and duties. We got a nice
neighborhood here for the most part. Sure, you see some graffiti. Okay, you got those

guys selling bootleg DVDs and whatever down out front of the zoo. But we’re good
people. Trying to get by.

Mikey, Johnette and I, we didn’t kill that kid. I don’t know how he got dead. Oh,
we hurt him, sure. Dragged him into the park, pulled him underneath the jungle gym
thing, and we put the lead pipe to his legs. Broke one of ’em. Not the knee, but the
shinbone. And we didn’t break it, not really. Just…chipped it. Kid was crying, boo

hoo, woe is me, blah-dee-blah.

Sorry, asshole. Kid had to recognize, he’s 17 years old. Right? You do bad shit at
that age, they can convict you like you’s an adult. Throw you in the slammer and

melt down the key. I figure we’re doin’ him a favor. He wants to make a deal with
a demon? To bring drugs into our nice neighborhood and try to sell that poison to
our goddamn kids? Oh, hell no, chief. That’s some bullshit right there. I will hit you
where the Good Lord split you.

I know, he thought we weren’t watching. Didn’t know we had our own little
neighborhood watch program going on. Well, Home First, motherfucker.

Except, shit. Now the kid’s dead. Found his body in someone’s trunk. Bunch of
his organs missing. Some weird symbol carved in his head, and no, I don’t know

what symbol and I don’t much care, either. You’s guys want to look up the symbol,
go the fuck ahead, no sweat off my back.

But I’m feelin’ bad. Now, the three of us gotta figure out who killed the kid. I just

better not find out it’s some other hunter asshole, thinks he can come up in our
business and start asserting himself. We took care of business. We police our own.
We’re unionized up here, and nobody better forget it.

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