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Filed to story: Return of the Reaper Story The Escalade didn’t belong on that construction site. It gleamed under the morning sun, smooth and shiny like a beetle’s shell, surrounded by dusty pickups and battered work trucks that looked like they’d lived their whole lives in mud and gravel. Two men stepped out. They didn’t…

Filed to story: Return of the Reaper Story “Why don’t you crawl back up your own ass,bolillo?” straw hat said in Spanish, teeth flashing and eyes crinkled in amusement. His partner coughed a laugh. “Does your little mother know you talk like that,” the white guy said back in fluent Spanish. He even used a…

Filed to story: Return of the Reaper Story “They’re like bugs! Big bugs!” she announced. “Not bad with drawn butter though.” She nodded agreement and took another bite of her cheeseburger. He drove her home in his ten-year-old Avalanche. She was seated closed by him, his arm around her and her head pressed to his…

Filed to story: Return of the Reaper Story “You’re ex-military, right?” Joe Bob said and flipped the lever to shift into a right exit lane. “That’s right.” “Which branch?” “I was one of the good guys, sir.” Joe Bob barked a laugh at that. There was no spirit in it. It was more a reaction…

Filed to story: Return of the Reaper Story “I’m talking about my girl. My little girl. You have a daughter.” “I can’t say I understand what you’re feeling, sir. I can say I’d imagine I’d feel the exact same as you about now.” “But what would you doabout it?” Joe Bob said, eyes shifting, searching…

Filed to story: Return of the Reaper Story “Before your time. Generational thing. The important thing is that you have to ask yourself what you want to do now. Do you stop here and be happy with seeing her on Saturdays or go on and have no money and risk never seeing her again until…

Filed to story: Return of the Reaper Story “You know what I do, Mar. I operate on the brain. That’s mytrade. But you know what the brain is? It’s three pounds of greasy fat. But it holds within it the invisible organ of the mind. And no one can know what’s in another person’s mind….

Filed to story: Return of the Reaper Story “You lied to them, John.” “What do you want from me? I’m just a working guy making an honest living.” “You’re not honest.” The fuck? “You steal from the owners of that bar.” Johnny said nothing. Was this what it was all about? About his skimming? “You…

Filed to story: Return of the Reaper Story The bar looked like a different place with the lights on and muted sunlight coming through the tinted front windows. Cracks in the linoleum and places where the upholstery was patched with tape. Stains in the ceiling tiles and the over-all used, sad appearance of the place…

Filed to story: Return of the Reaper Story Cars pulled up and parked and left again as Skip’s remained closed. Around three a black man pulled up in a Kia pick-up and went to the front door. He knocked at the door and waited. The door opened after a minute or so and he was…