“P-p-please, I don"t know who the people who visit me are, or what they
The shot came without warning, a mere flick of Gorilla"s wrist and the glass to Dumont"s left disappeared in an instant, the sound from the suppressed Smith & Wesson barely audible, a mere phut! A large shard of glass embedded itself in Dumont"s left cheek and a trickle of blood slowly rolled down onto his expensive white silk shirt.
“Please do not interrupt me when I"m speaking. It makes me twitchy and it"s caused you to lose one of your lives in our little game. Now what was I saying… ah, yes, general low-life scum. Oui?”
To his credit, Gorilla could see that Dumont was keeping his nerve. It was an effort for sure, but he was hanging in there, nonetheless.
“Yes, I provide forged documents for exclusive clientele.
