Confidential Informant by Richard Lake
“Beer,” I say. She wipes down the bar in front of me. What kind, she says, approaching the tap. “Whatever.” She fills a mug, slides it to me. That’ll be six dollars, she says. I pull out my wallet, slide a C-note over. She freezes, eyes the gold shield before I flip the wallet closed. […]
A Man of Few Words by Richard Lake
I don’t know nuthin’ about guns these days, so forgive me if I get some shit wrong here. Or fuck it, don’t forgive me. Like I give a fuck. Just listen. You might learn somethin’. I’m pointing this particular gun at the motherfucker who walked in here and tried to walk out with his pockets […]