![]() ![]() I scrambled around in a filing cabinet for my gun while I read the joker's description of my gruesome death later that evening. I didn't know that any of Tony's goons even knew what a computer was. If I hadn't been so freaked out, I'd have been impressed. It looked like part of a newspaper page had been scanned and then set as the computer's wallpaper, and it hadn't been there when I'd gone to get a salad half an hour earlier. The obit was on my office PC's screen in place of the usual travel agency logo. I've never figured out if that has something to do with being dead, or if he's always been a morose son of a bitch. What I didn't know was how they'd found me, and who the guy was with the sense of humor. The fact that it had my name on it was sort of a clue. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I saw the obituary. ![]()
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