After the body slammed onto the slab of ice, i looked at Verentso and Battie.
”another organ donor? Ehhh?” The swallowing eyes of Battie looked down on the cold blue slab and it’s shroud
”chop ‘em up”
the corner store clerk kept a rifle and pistol under the counters
he snorted uppers and looked at things in a semi wall eyed manner, as if it all were a simulation in an arcade game
”what’s the number today, Bud. The winning Numbers?”
”05 15. 17 23 57”
”go now we are closing in a few minutes anyways”