illiam just about got his ass kicked by one Downlow, a Guardian Angel up on 42nd St. William was all for being protected, but not (as he slurred) by some jujitsu-knowing pseudo-religious paramilitary gangbanger wearing three crosses and a beret. After taking a couple of blows to the neck and head William confronted Downlow with the prisoners dilemma of Richard Powerssecond novel. Which book Downlow had read, so in the end the two both became mollified and friendly-like. |
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