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...d there will be so little left of him they won't be able to see he was actually shot. They won't even be able to tell who it is. "Yeah" he thought, "Stumpy will be thought to have just gone missing." Mugs did just that and in the pouring rain and the darkness of night no one would ever notice the body until it was too late. Once back in his room he cleaned up the blood, changed into a clean, dry suit and lit up another stogie. "Just a minor set back", he thought. "Now I can get on with my plans." He drew heavily on the stogie and then took it from his mouth, turned it upward looking through his thick lenses at the ashes on the end and said with a devious grin, "No body is going to get in the way of Mugs Mccabe, not the Boss, not Stumpy Branigan, not nobody!" With that he flicked the ashes to the floor, the smoke rising to the ceiling. He reached for the door knob of his room. It was nearly 1:00 am and time to get started...
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