Buster Callan?s lips twitched in a stillborn smile. ?Bad news, Jewboy. You?re dead.?
?It was an accident,? Dave told him. ?I?ll get you another dog.?
Callan shook his head, and he actually smiled. ?You got it wrong. I don?t want your shekels. I want your blood.?
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