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The Dirtman

by Tony Deans

About the Author: Tony Deans is a writer from London, England with a taste for pulp fiction. His writing credits include The Consultant, The Good Orc and the upcoming Tramp.

Excerpt

I’ll put it plain and simple, I’m a Dirtman. You name it I’ve seen it, snapped it and sold it. I find out the dirtiest parts of the lives of the rich and famous and commit them to celluloid. If they don’t want it getting in the gossip rags or reaching their families they can always cough up a few dollars.

I was halfway to stone cold drunk on a Monday afternoon when a set of heavy hands knocked on my office door. I stowed the wine, adjusted my tie and combed my hair back in one swift motion and shouted for them to come in.

Two large men entered, twins. They resembled shaved gorillas. Heavyset brows, hairy hands and large bodies that screamed POWER. I knew who they were. They were the Amori twins and they were bad news. For wherever the Amori twins went so did their father.

Lorenzo Amori.

Head of the Amori crime family and all round bad guy. Not somebody I particularly wanted to know. He followed behind the twins and took the seat opposite me, his sons flanking him on either side.

“You’ve got quite the reputation,” he said.

“What can I say I’m a hard worker.”

“Nobody can doubt that. Tell me is it true Tag Jackson runs with boys?”

I smiled and tapped my nose. Lorenzo laughed.

“Imagine that. He could have any woman he wanted, wouldn’t have to spend a dime yet he’d rather spend his time in the company of men. God’s got a sense of humour, you have to give it to him.”

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