The One Armed Executioner Page #4

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Those will continue

as long as you hold on to your guilt.

But...

Oh, you mean Ann?

You didn't kill Ann.

Stop tilting at big shadows.

Tell me about those killers.

Those are your enemies, not yourself.

It's so hard.

It's so difficult.

They wore masks.

Masks?

Masks only cover a face.

There's more to a man

than just a face.

Now, think.

You mentioned about a ring.

Now, tell me about it.

Gold...dragon design.

I can't remember.

Oh, come now, Ramon.

Reach back.

Try to picture the ring in your mind.

I'll try.

The characters surrounding the dragon

were...snake,

a snake

curled around

something like a...like a chalice.

A chalice.

Oh, a chalice.

A chalice.

Well?

Well, you better go to sleep.

We start early tomorrow.

Twelve,

six,

three,

nine.

One,

ten,

twelve,

eight.

Ramon, here.

Six,

five,

four,

three,

two.

Ramon.

Well, Ramon,

I think you are finally ready.

Listen, I have interesting news.

The ring is no longer a mystery,

only the man who wears it.

The ring is of Chinese origin,

fifth century,

sign of an apothecary

or a healer.

Now, what kind of a man

would wear a ring like that?

A doctor.

Good evening, doctor.

Ortega.

You...you startled me.

Really?

Well, it's nice seeing you again.

You look hale and hearty.

Now, what can I do for you?

I'm interested in rings,

yours in particular.

It's only a ring.

It's a common ring.

What do you want to know for?

I want names, doctor.

You're insane.

You're choking me.

Goddamn it.

Who killed mywife?

I said who killed my wife?

Mike.

Mike who?

Mike Jason.

Where can I find him?

Where?

In the penthouse,

at Superior Insurance Building.

Where the hell was intelligence?

Sit down.

Doctor Henderson has just been killed.

Wasn't he Ortega's doctor?

Right.

And he was also Edward's physician.

What?

You don't suppose he was one of them.

I don't know.

But remember how professionally

those veins were tied off

in Ortega's shoulder?

My God.

I wonder if Ortega found out about it.

Damn!

I wish we could find Ortega.

Good evening, Mr. Jason.

What the hell are you doing here?

We were never formally introduced.

You were too busy amusing yourself

with my wife.

Where did you get this?

You know where.

You're a dead man, Ortega.

And this time,

I'm going to finish the job.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Club the son of a b*tch.

Club him! Club him!

Go on!

Get him, Rod!

OK.

It's all arranged.

So we can send out

another shipment on Thursday.

Good.

Then we better get up to

the refinery tomorrow.

What the hell was that?

Guards, get him.

Milo, go back and see if Ortega is dead,

and meet me at the dock.

But Mr. Edwards, under the

circumstances, I find the--

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