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Archetype The man holds a grimy hand to her mouth and whispers something I can't hear. She squirms against the alley wall, and she shrieks, muffled through fingers. I pull out my gun.Archetype by =Inkfish7
"Stop! Police!"
The man's face jerks my way, and I look to his forehead. In the late evening dark, glowing from his bald scalp is a violet tattoo: an X overlying a large circle. He's a Delinquent Archetype. A Thief.
"Step away from the woman!" I walk closer.
The Thief's eyes widen at my gun, but without missing a beat, he puts the girl between us and pulls her close. He has a knife pressed against her breast, where the tip pierces her blouse.
"You a
Sax Lulinda died today.Sax by ~Saffrone
I find out when I see Bobsy at the club. I'm taking out my sax and he's playing with a hat when he just says "Lu's dead," just like that, almost like talking about the weather.
I say, "what?" and he just looks at me and keeps playing with the hat so I know it wasn't a joke and I turn around to stare him full in the face. "How'd she die?" I ask him, and he drops the hat and moves to his piano without picking up his feet. "How'd she die?" I ask again, but he opens the cover to the piano and that is Bobsy's way of saying he's done talking.
So, we go to Eggs, sax and I, and he's just drinking some liquor at the table with
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