This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice.
RULES:
Grab a book, any book.
Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
Find a snippet, short and sweet.
Post it.
from Page 56 of:
Snowstorm in August by Marshall Karp
“How did you know what I…”
“I have eyes everywhere—human and electronic,” Quintana said. “I saw you kill him. What I don’t understand is why you gave him a fighting chance. You could have slit his throat in his sleep.”
“No, sir. He had to know it was me. So I waited until I was strong enough to go against him mano a mano. Also, today is my birthday. Five years ago, my father was murdered on this day. Now we are both at peace.”
Quintana took another puff on his cigar. “Are you done wreaking vengeance, or should I be concerned that more of my men will end up with their head on a stake?”
“No, sir. Justice has been done. Whatever you do to me, please tell my mother that my father’s death has been avenged.”
“Tell her yourself. And come back tonight.”
Joaquin looked puzzled. “Señor?”
“Suffering is bitter, but its fruits can be sweet. The stupidity of one of my men has caused you great pain, But that pain has helped you find a new life.”
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