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I was alive...just.
The last year or so was a blur...
...Of being shot in the leg; of being betrayed by Helen; of being involved in the Mob. Hell, that was the beginning...and, for me...the world begun to become more violent...in Louisiana.
***
Baxter studied the Mansion.
He wished that the Feds wouldn't bother him. Life was harder than usual these days; life was like a dream, like the drugs that he took to quell the pain.
Once he relaxed, he noticed a woman lurking by the eerie lamplight. Her black hair was tousled; her blue eyes gazed at his body.
"What are you doing here, Baxter?".
"Waiting".
"For...".
"For you".
"For me?".
"Yes!".
"I thought you'd gone".
"I was away".
"I missed you".
"You never missed me; you missed sex".
"Nothing...".
And she touched his mouth with her right, middle, finger...And they headed towards the front entrance that was full of Mafia figures smoking near their black limousines that were parked outside the building.
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Crime Pulped Book Four
Mystery / ThrillerLouisiana, January, 1946. The Deep South is now in the grip of a crime wave that is due to the Mob's renewed activity, that causes the FBI to find a new way to shut them down when new murders happen. And, as the Detective and his female FBI Agent gi...
