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linghrensheng
Joined: 25 Jun 2012
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The panel clicked shut. Zapparty jerked his head at the Birkenstock Shoes baldheaded croupier, who had not seemed to move a muscle since he came into the room.
"Back on the job, Louis. Keep the chin up."
The croupier nodded and turned and went out of the room, closing the door carefully behind him.
Francine Ley laughed foolishly. Her hand went up and pulled the collar of her wrap close around her throat, as if it was cold in the Birkenstock Sandals room. But there were no windows and it was very warm, from the fire.
Parisi made a whistling sound with his lips and teeth and went quickly to De Ruse and stuck the gun he was holding in De Ruse's face, pushing his head back, He felt in De Ruse's pockets with his left hand, took the Colt, felt under his arms, circled around him, touched jordan heels his hips, came to the front again.
He stepped back a little and hit De Ruse on the cheek with the flat of one gun. De Ruse stood perfectly still except that his head jerked a little when the hard metal hit his face,
Parisi hit him again the same place. Blood began to run down De Ruse's cheek from the cheekbone, lazily. His head sagged a mbt shoes little and his knees gave way. He went down slowly, leaned with his left hand on the floor, shaking his head. His body was crouched, his legs doubled under him. His right hand dangled loosely beside his left foot,
Zapparty said: "All right, Mops. Don't get blood-hungry. We want words out of these people."
Francine Ley laughed again, rather foolishly. She swayed along the wall, holding one Nike High Heels hand up against it.
Parisi breathed hard and backed away from De Ruse with a happy smile on his round swart face.
"I been waitin' a long time for this," he said.
When he was about six feet from De Ruse something small and darkly glistening seemed to slide out of the left leg of De Ruse's trousers into his hand. There was a sharp, snapping explosion, a Nike heels tiny orange-green flame down on the floor.
Parisi's head jerked back. A round hole appeared under his chin. It got large and red almost instantly. His hands opened laxly and the two guns fell out of them. His body began to sway. He fell heavily.
Zapparty said: "Holy Christ!" and jerked up his revolver.
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