The Hunt for Higgs’ Bos’n: IX, for #smalltales

The door swung open and a thickset man stepped out. He paced to the rear door, held his hand near the handle, then looked expectantly in my direction.

I switched off the engine and stepped from the car. I laid my revolver on the roof.

The driver opened the door and a tiny man spilled out. He wore his large hat like a frown and with an expression to match. They called him Jimmy Digits after what he took when he offered a cigar, but really he had a plethora of intimidation tactics.

This wasn’t one of them.

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The Hunt for Higgs’ Bos’n: IX, for #smalltales

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