noir-style

IT TOOK a conscious effort for Tallow to keep his hand off his gun as he walked up the apartment building__ stairs. There was no threat here. He told himself that with every step. But every step held memory.

A check girl in peach-bloom Chinese pajamas came over to take my hat and disapprove of my clothes. She had eyes like strange sins.

Someday this war will be over. A new order of the world will appear in its place. The idea of Socialism will prevail. In the future they__l remember us as heroes.__horkild aka __orge__he Informer by Steen Langstrup

You just hang in there, boy, hang in with that apprenticeship of yours, do you hear me? You are lucky they would even take someone like you. You__e a child of the slums. A ragtag. On top of that, you__e a whining piece of shit. Nobody will ever do anything for you. Do you understand what I__ saying? They__l let you starve to death, no problem. Nobody is going to cry on your grave.__oul-Erik__ MotherThe Informer by Steen Langstrup

So you shoot people," she said quietly. "You're a killer.""Me? How?""The papers and the police fixed it up nicely. But I don't believe everything I read.""Oh, you think I accounted for Geiger - or Brody-or both of them."She didn't say anything. "I didn't have to," I said. "I might have. I suppose, and got away with it. Neither of them would have hesitated to throw lead at.""That makes you a killer at heart, like all cops.""Oh, nuts.