"I was clear the first time… I don't know anyone by that name. I've never heard of someone named like that, much less have seen a guy with those characteristics" Kizart argued without a particular tone of voice.
"Well, it was that bastard who brought us to this bar ... some time ago." Santino took a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and inserted one between his lips.
"He's probably a casual customer," Kizart shrugged. "And I don't have much memory to remember every poor devil that comes here."
They had sat down at the bar.
It's the first time I've been in this pigsty ... since that day
"Hmph… what is Pixis up to?"
Kizart drank beer, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and fixed his eyes on his. His gaze possessed a clear and definite glow, Santino finally looked away.
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