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linghrensheng
Joined: 25 Jun 2012
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There was a short hail with a frosted light in Air Jordan Heels the ceiling. The door at the end of that looked like painted metal. The croupier put a plump finger on the small push button at the side, rang it in a certain way. There was a buzzing noise like the sound of an electric door release. The croupier pushed on the edge and opened it.
Inside was a cheerful room, half den and half office. There was a grate fire and a green leather davenport at nike jordan heels right angles to it, facing the door. A man sitting on the davenport put a newspaper down and looked up and his face suddenly got livid. He was a small man with a tight round head, a tight round dark face. He had little lightless black eyes like buttons of jet.
There was a big flat desk in the middle of the room and a very tall man stood at the end of it with a Jordan high heels cocktail shaker in his hands. His head turned slowly and he looked over his shoulder at the four people who came into the room while his hands continued to agitate the cocktail shaker in gentle rhythm. He had a cavernous face with sunken eyes, loose grayish skin, and close-cropped reddish hair without shine or parting. A thin crisscross scar like a German Mensur scar showed on his left cheek.
The tall man put the cocktail shaker MBT shoes down and turned his body around and stared at the croupier. The man on the davenport didn't move. There was a crouched ten sity in his not moving.
The croupier said: "I think it's a stick-up. But I couldn't help myself. They sapped Big George."
The blond man smiled gaily and took his .45 out of his pocket. He pointed it at the floor.
"He thinks it's a stick-up," he said. "Wouldn't that positively slay you?"
De Ruse shut UGG Boots Clearance the heavy door. Francine Ley moved away from him, towards the side of the room away from the fire. He didn't look at her. The man on the davenport looked at her, looked at everybody.
De Ruse said quietly: "The tall one is Zapparty. The little one is Mops Parisi."
The blond man stepped to one side, leaving the croupier alone in the middle of the room. The .45 covered the man on the davenport.
"Sure, I'm Zapparty," jordan heels the tall man said. He looked at De Ruse curiously for a moment.
Then he turned his back and picked the cocktail shaker up again, took out the plug and filled a shallow glass. He drained the glass, wiped his lips with a sheer lawn handkerchief and tucked the handkerchief back into his breast pocket very carefully, so that three points showed.
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