Monday, August 25
Closed Casket: Prologue
“You sell other stuff too, right?” asked Jim-Bean.
The old codger nodded. “Some things. Whatcha need?”
“You got shotgun shells?”
An odd expression passed the old man’s face as he caught sight of the pistol holstered under Jim-Bean’s armpit. “Maybe. I don’t normally sell ‘em…”
“I’ll pay you good money,” said Jim-Bean.
“You boys ain’t with the Mob, are ya?”
It was Jim-Bean’s turn not to say anything.
“I’ll go get ‘em for ya.” He hobbled off.
“We don’t have a shotgun,” said Hammer out of the side of his mouth. “What the hell do you want shotgun shells for?”
“You never know,” said Jim-Bean. “I don’t like the feel of this place.” [MORE]
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