"That's him?" Kathy asked, trying to get a good look at the man who had caused all this trouble. Not just to gawk, but because she needed to know what the guy after her looked like.
Those burns on the side of his face looked like they had a story to them. As did the way the Butcher had zeroed in on Eliot and the terrible expression on his face. Kathy didn't think the Butcher had even noticed her, never mind figured out who she was. Not when he was busy bellowing Eliot's name and looking like he wanted to play soccer with Eliot's head.
"He's definitely brought some friends along," she told him, craning her head still further. "I'm counting five--no, at least six. I recognize some of them, too." The heaviest of heavy hitters among the mafia here in Baltimore. Banzai had tangled with most of them at least once. Three of them were supposed to be in jail at this very minute.
Looked like Eliot was right about prison not holding the Butcher for very long.
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Date: 2015-11-19 08:14 am (UTC)Those burns on the side of his face looked like they had a story to them. As did the way the Butcher had zeroed in on Eliot and the terrible expression on his face. Kathy didn't think the Butcher had even noticed her, never mind figured out who she was. Not when he was busy bellowing Eliot's name and looking like he wanted to play soccer with Eliot's head.
"He's definitely brought some friends along," she told him, craning her head still further. "I'm counting five--no, at least six. I recognize some of them, too." The heaviest of heavy hitters among the mafia here in Baltimore. Banzai had tangled with most of them at least once. Three of them were supposed to be in jail at this very minute.
Looked like Eliot was right about prison not holding the Butcher for very long.