“Alton whispered, even though his office door was closed. “Of course I shot them,” Jenk Wilson answered through the line, with a sneer so plain in his voice, it wasn’t hard for Alton to picture it on his face. They’d gone to school together back in the day, but each had gone his separate path until they’d partnered up a year ago. Alton’s path had included a top-tier law school. Jenk’s education came care of the penitentiary system, and it was a lot more limited than Alton’s. But he was street sm...art, and he knew dog racing. Knew how to train the dogs, how to draw in the crowds without drawing the attention of the police, and how to make them both money doing it. When Alton’s lifestyle first began to creep ahead of his income, he hadn’t worried overly much. When it had bolted forward by leaps and bounds as his income began to decline with each year in this pissant town, Alton had gone along with Jenk’s scheme. Dog racing. Only he hadn’t planned on dogs being shot. Before Alton could answer him, Jenk continued.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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