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Author(s): D.W. Carver

Jessie James and the Gypsy King. There are many kinds of love. Some kill.

Robbing his employers seemed to be the only solution when Peter King found himself confronted with the probability of his fiancée being sent to prison if a great deal of cash she was tricked into giving away wasn’t replaced. He decided, if the plan failed, he could handle a prison sentence, but quickly discovered that the cost of success might be a great deal higher.


“No trouble, gramps. You pay, you go home, simple.”

The old man reached into the pocket of his overcoat. “I might have a shilling or two.”

Bobbie smiled and his hand came up slowly, holding an open jackknife.

He said, “No coin, Gramps, toll’s folding money: a quid.”

The old man shook his head. “I don’t have that much on me.”

Bobbie stepped closer. “What have you got then, gold watch, gold teeth?” He peered at the old man’s mouth. “Those are too good to be your own gnashers.” He glanced at the other youth. “Shall I take his false teeth? Might get a few bob for them down the market.”

Mick nodded, laughing.

The old man fumbled in his bulging pocket then said, voice shaking, “Please don’t hurt me. I have this.”

The straight razor flicked open and slashed across Bobbie’s face just above his grin. He screamed and stumbled back. The old man shuffled two quick steps and drew the razor across the youth’s exposed wrist as he flailed with his knife, then down to the elbow. Bobbie screamed again and the knife spun away.

The old man pushed Bobbie aside without looking at him and said to Mick, voice hard, “Do you want to continue this?”

Mick shook his head, tongue sliding round thin lips and yelped, “No! Fuck, no!”

The old man gestured with the bloody razor. “Then get on your little machine and go away.”

Mick began to push at his scooter, eyes not leaving the old man. He sobbed as the support pedal jammed, almost fell across his saddle then managed to start the wheels turning.

The old man watched until he disappeared into darkness then listened to the small engine stutter, catch and gradually fade. When quiet returned he fumbled a pair of spectacles out of his top pocket, squinted through one lens to make sure the whimpering Bobbie wasn’t going to bleed out then looked at his razor, wiped the blade clean with two fingers and flicked them towards the kerb.

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ISBN (Print): 9781629290966
ISBN (Electronic): 9781629290959
Genre: Thriller
Date Published: 12/01/2013
Publisher: Damnation Books LLC

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