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“Listen,” I said, looking hard at Wilson across the table. “We had a deal, and you’re not backing out.”
Wilson tipped back his chair, lit a cigarette. “That deal is off. I got a better one lined up, and you aren’t part of it.”
I had figured him for something like this; I kicked myself a dozen times for getting mixed up with Wilson.
His hand dropped to his jacket and he pulled a gun and pointed it at me, grinning.
I shot him under the table. I had been right to suspect he would pull a double cross.