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know how to explain it… he just sounded weird. Like he was almost offended that I was asking him to go for Marco.
     
    “So that leads me to believe that something happened that night. Now I want you to tell me what it was, or you can consider yourself just as ousted from the Unknowns as Alex is.”
     
    “Boss, I really don’t—”
     
    Jameson moved so fast that it was like watching a ghost pass through a wall. He picked up his glass of beer and smashed it against the side of Slim’s head. Slim let out a grunt and fell from his barstool in a spray of beer and glass. When he hit the floor, there was blood pouring from a gash just above his ear.
     
    He tried to get up, but Jameson was already there, sending a series of kicks into his gut and ribs. The steel toed boots were like bullets striking him. He grunted against each one, curling himself into a ball to prevent them. All that did was result in a searing and exploding pain that shot up from his elbow, spiraling into his wrist in a jolt of electric pain.
     
    From behind the bar, the bartender started shouting. “Cut that shit out or I’m going to call the cops.”
     
    Jameson only sent him a fleeting glance before sending three more kicks into Slim’s side. Slim shuddered and coughed, certain that at least a few ribs had been broken. It felt like a small grenade had gone off inside of him. When Jameson stopped kicking and knelt down beside him, it was a small mercy.
     
    “Tell me right now what happened or you’re out. You can go back to begging for change on the streets of Reno to score another hit. Remember that, you sack of shit? Remember the cesspool I pulled you out of? You want to go back to that?”
     
    Slim felt tears coming on, but he be damned if he would cry in front of Jameson. He simply nodded, each move of his head sending a flare of pain through his body.
     
    “So do you know where I might find him?” Jameson asked. “You tell me right now and this whole thing can be forgotten.”
     
    Slim nodded, hating to betray Alex but also not wanting to go back to the way his life was before Jameson had taken him in to the Unknowns. He then held up his pointer finger in a wait a minute gesture as he tried to draw his breath in.
     
    Jameson smiled and nodded. “There we go.” He then turned to the bartender, who looked terrified out of his mind, and said, “Another round for me and my friend here.”
     
    “Bullshit,” the bartender said. “Get your ass out of here.”
     
    Jameson reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet. He took two hundred dollar bills out and tossed them on the bar. “That’s for the four beers, the broken glass, and your inconvenience of mopping the blood out of the floor. Now get our fucking beers, or you can join him on the floor.”
     
    The bartender stared at Jameson for a moment, clearly out of his element. He then gave a solemn nod and went about filling up two glasses at the tap.
     
    Jameson sat back on his stool as if everything was normal… just another day at the office. He looked down to Slim and said, “Whenever you’re ready.”
     
    It took a while, but Slim was finally able to get into a semi-sitting position. Every breath he drew in was agony, but he managed to tell Jameson what he knew. He silently prayed that Alex would forgive him as he told Jameson all that he knew, but it did nothing to stave off the sense of betrayal that mingled with the pain in his body.
     
    When he was done, Jameson reached down and handed Slim the newly filled beer. “A toast,” he said with a smile. “Glad you made the right decision to stay with the Unknowns. As for Alex… well, he’s pretty much fucked. So here’s a toast to him enjoying the last few days of his life.”
     
    Slim could only clink his glass to Jameson’s and then take a sip of beer that burned like fire as it went down into his aching belly.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    At the same time Slim sat on a doctor’s table in Chicago to get his