Read K2 book 1 Page 51

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  ‘Hello, my friend,’ came through the dark.

  ‘Who are you?’ the German skinhead asked, suddenly aware of a man blocking his path.

  ‘Nice tattoos. Did they hurt?’

  ‘I’ll hurt you –’

  A shot through the stomach changed his mind.

  ‘Who am I? I’m the man holding a gun that belongs to someone you know, with his prints all over it. You die, he goes to jail - it’s an imperfect universe.’