Chapter Seventeen
So back to this gorgeous Kong friend of Kings.
Earl was one of those Guys.
You know. Some guy, addicted to gambling, just sure this time he’s got a sure thing, hits up King for the bet because the casinos won’t touch him with a ten foot pole. He lays his kids tuition on the 5th at Belmont.
WHAMO.
The f*****g pony, home stretch, leading all the way, sees a shadow, veers off, breaking its leg and, then a bullet in its head. Next stop the slaughter house and a one way trip to McDonalds.
Then Earl comes visiting, big gold tooth grill, the VIG is %30, a week. Earl, looking like a feeding Mako shark, doesn’t say much, no need to do so. He mentions something, off the cuff about a wood chipper out there near Barstow.
Then the guy digs the money out of the floor boards look
