Oscar and the Other Two Sanitation Workers
“Tell me, Ludovico,”- feeling the wind rush by
- I met the bastard’s eye
- very drunk
- a superbly embossed plated coal-scuttle
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Oscar and the two other sanitation workers were upon me more quickly than I’d anticipated.
“Tell me, Ludovico,” Oscar said, spitting out my alias with such malevolent force that his stinking breath ruffled my hair, reminding me of feeling the wind rush by during my recent helicopter trip, “tell me again about the Pensacola dumpsters.”
I met the bastard’s eye and had no doubt that he was very drunk. The blue tinge on his lips told me he’d been drinking Barbicide again. That meant he and his cronies had been holed up in the barber shop for a long time, surveilling the church where Jason and Uncle Jinx thought they were safe. Where Lyudmila was now. I fretted for her safety, but tried not to let it show.
A grin split Oscar’s round face, revealing not teeth, but a detailed grill reminiscent of a superbly embossed plated coal-scuttle, inset with emeralds. Bad news for me, because that grill was a symbol of the highest rank in the sanitation workers union. It meant he had the authority to command every garbage man in the city.
I threw a look back over my shoulder, trying to decide if I could make it to the chopper if I sprinted.
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