Nicotine, and felt better for it, however bad it was for his health. The Surgeon General’s warnings were wasted on him. He accepted that smoking could kill him, but took into consideration that so could being in a RTA, or falling off a ladder, and a million other things. He had grown up in the Pittsburgh metro area, which was in the top ten most polluted cities in America. It had seemed at the time like half the population was suffering from asthma or some other even more chronic lung problem. After swabbing his ankle and bandaging it he felt much better. The bitch had scarred him for life with her teeth, but had got hers. He smiled. Hurting and killing people turned his wheels, and unlike almost all other endeavors, it was both a highly paid and tax-free occupation. “Let’s go see if Gus the geek can help us out,” Lennox said. “He’ll be able to link the broad’s cell to a computer and trace it when we call her.”
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