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Solly knew she wanted to slash him.
“Let me do it,” she yelled to Tiger rummaging through Solly’s goods.
“Do what?”
“Stick ’em!”
“Makes me no difference.” Tiger stood in the bathroom doorway.
“Come on,” Solly said. He nodded toward the young hustler tied
cowering next to him. “You’re not scaring me. You’re only scaring him.
Come on, Tiger. Take anything you want. Just get her out of here.”
“Do it!” Tiger said.
Susie Slit slashed her blade across the boy’s throat. Blood spurted
across Solly’s face.
“No!” Solly’s eyes widened.
Susie Slit turned to him, her blade aimed across the distance at his
naked gut. She looked up at Tiger.
“So long, Dad,” Tiger said. He spit down on Solly, dropped to his
knees across his bloody chest, and wrapped electrical cord tight around
his neck. “Do it!” he said. “It’s what he wants anyway.”
Choking, with the pressure of Tiger’s weight sitting on his chest, Solly
felt her drive cold steel into his stomach.
“At least,” Solly looked up at Tiger, “you could have done it yourself.”
“And give you everything you want?” He stood up. “Fuck you, Dad.”
They left the bathroom door open.
Solly, his lifeblood flowing red across the cold tile floor, watched them
take load after load of his valuables out to the hall. He heard the ancient
elevator rumble up the shaft. They loaded everything they could carry.
Then they closed the door to the penthouse. Solly, choking, bleeding,
heard the elevator whir and begin its slow descent to the deserted lobby
that led out to the streets of the Tenderloin.
Tiger had been smart enough not to take Solly’s answering machine.
For twenty-four hours, Ryan repeatedly got his recorded promise to get
back to the caller. Then he called the police.

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“GAY PORNOGRAPHER STABBED IN TENDERLOIN SEX
DEN,” by Maitland Zane.

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Ryan retreated to his Victorian. He took Solly’s Death hard. Not

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