Chapter 18: Holding Horses For Jackasses

Chapter 18: Holding Horses For Jackasses

The Attison District, Temple City (3040).....

Just about every ache and pain imaginable had been going through the body of one pissed-off detective Ian Baddwulf as he found himself rousing outside the blazing building known formerly as The Dope Diamond Club in Attison District. He had had a hell of a day as it was with the trek to The Bowery and dealing with whatever idiot that passed for a gangster trying to make a name for themselves by bumping off the rich schmuck whose wife was two-timing him with his best friend. Then he had gotten the old lawyer to grease his palms and rain black pennies into his lap only for him to venture to The Dope Diamond and have more of Blackie Clay's idiot goons make a spectacle of themselves by shooting up the place and setting it a blaze. The word tired had not even begun to describe what Baddwulf felt as he climbed to his feet dusting off the debris, soot, and broken glass that lined his now dirty suit and
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