A hand slapped Snyder across the chops. â€œKid, wake up.â€
Snyder opened his eyes. In the back of a red conversion van, Blackjack McGraw sat over him despite being declared dead a decade ago at least.
â€œBlackjack, what are you doing here? More to the point, what am I doing here?â€
â€œNo need to thank me. It was a tough job, but when Nick Verducci sought me out to break you out of jail, I told him to keep the money.â€
â€œThat explains it. Doesnâ€™t Verducci own a few public harems?â€
â€œI’ve never needed to use one.â€ Blackjack stared into a pocket mirror and adjusted his hair. â€œCome to think of it, he probably does.â€
â€œThen we know what his angle is, and itâ€™s not ‘I like you, kid.’ If I leave town, more men will be going to his harem when I’m convicted in my absence and unable to appeal. Blackjack, I need your help.â€
â€œWhat do you need?â€
â€œI need you to break me back into jail.â€
McGraw stared. â€œYou sure they didn’t beat you too hard the last time?â€
â€œDo you want to start visiting public harems regularly?â€
â€œI’ll have you back in a jiffy.â€
Continued Next Thursday
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