Clifford Roberts Short Story

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Clifford Roberts “If the shoe fits why not wear it.” “You haven’t heard the last of this yet. Mark my words if you don’t get me the money by morning you’ll wish you never were born.” Unbeknown to Sherlock, Butcher was just a few blocks away, wearing a bomber jacket, tired of the aggravation, and ripping mad over having been bamboozled. He told his sidekick Herman, “We need to teach that guy a lesson. They both checked weapons make sure they were loaded and zoomed outside, got in the car and sped away destination—Murder! This particular night Raven was visiting her mom and dad over in Tupelo. Sherlock had the place to himself. At least he thought that was the way it was. There was a sound like glass being broken. Immediately, his antennas
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