Kill You Back
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Alone abroad, studying in England, Brian is living away from home for the first time and ready to track down the British biological father he has never met.
His international mix of new friends encourage the family reunion, and the road trip to get there, but is Brian ready to face this man his mother told him too much about, and to settle an old score?
‘Definitely not,’ said Walter. ‘I think you deserve a commendation, to tell you the truth, for the way you do the job you swore to do.’ Before the older man could say anything, Jerry came back from the bathroom. ‘Not yet,’ he said. ‘Keep looking.’ ‘Right.’ He took the beds next, stripping off the covers and knocking everything to the floor, and managing to walk on both of our coats. He looked under the beds, and searched the night table ‘Careful with the lamp,’ Walter told him quietly. ‘That
union to organize a local at the Mclntyre plant. Citizens recalled that threats and intimidation had been the main tactics employed by the union in the earlier unsuccessful attempt. ‘It didn’t work the last time,’ stated one worker, ‘and it sure won’t work this time.’ Leonard Fleisch, general manager of the Mclntyre plant, has announced that the entire plant will be closed a half-day tomorrow morning so that the many friends and co-workers of Charles Hamilton may attend his funeral at
me, ‘they’ve covered their tracks very well.’ I shook my head. ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t see that you’ve proved your case. You’ve selected the best you could find for your point of view from the hostile press, and you still haven’t proved your case. There isn’t a union in the country that hasn’t had to have a house-cleaning every once in a while.’ ‘I believe,’ he said, ‘that it would not be in the best interests of the workers here to join the Machinists.’ ‘Why not let them decide for themselves?
them,’ she said. ‘If anybody ever went around looking for a beating, it was you.’ I closed my eyes. ‘Why don’t you go home?’ ‘I came here because my father asked me to,’ she said. ‘He sent me with a message for you.’ I kept my eyes closed. I hated all these people, all of them Even Charles Hamilton, the one whose letter had brought me here, had turned out to be a cheap adulterer, according to what his wife and Captain Willick had said. And Mrs Hamilton was a moronic frightened fool. Captain
handkerchief. Finishing my eggs and sausage, I tried to remember when I had last seen a red handkerchief. While on the road, Walter and I were on an expense account, the details of which Walter was handling, so he paid the check for both of us and left the tip. We went outside to the morning sunlight again, and stood on the sidewalk, squinting in the light and looking up and down the street. It was nine-thirty in the morning, very bright, with a kind of silent buzz in the air. A few women pushed