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“You dare disturb me?” he said imperiously, glaring in black-eyed, thin-lipped displeasure at the sight of Aldo, who’d knocked on the door of room 9 where the terrified clerk had told him Caesar checked into when Aldo had snarled a warning right into his face. He’d gone to Caesar’s other favorite haunt first, a seedy hotel a few miles from this one, but that place had been closed due to a murder a few nights before that the police were still investigating.
Caesar drew himself up to his full, imposing height. “What the hell do you want?”
He wasn’t quite slurring. Not quite. Aldo wished he would cover himself; it was unnerving to be standing so close to a naked man. Especially a drunken, naked king. He could reach out and tap him on the breastbone if he wanted.
“Your sister, my
