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LUCK CAN BE GOOD OR BAD
Mary felt tired. She had been tracking her latest victim for nearly three weeks now. He was proving to be blessed with good luck. She had already made two aborted attempts. Each time, she had managed to get close but not close enough. She didn’t mind. She knew all luck ran out eventually. However, she felt she had waited long enough. It would be easier to use a revolver. It wasn’t her usual weapon of choice, but she’d been practising and was confident that the plan would be relatively simple to execute.
She followed him by carriage to a pub on the Mile End Road. She made the driver wait round the corner out of sight, then she walked the short distance back to the pub. She lit a cigarette and loitered on the corner.
I know that b****y Liza is after my Jake! Th
