A Drop of Anger

Czech Noir. When someone tells you they want a favour, you'd better be on your guard.

When someone tells you they want a favour, you'd better be on your guard. There aren't many favours in the world these days; they're in short supply and it's foolish to waste them. And when your copper mate is the one asking, you can be damn sure that favour is about to turn into a B-movie horror. A few tears will be shed, a finger or two will get broken, and no one's pants will stay clean.
Konie was a debauched multimillionaire living in a mansion that looked to me like Disneyland. Someone had killed his sons. Two of the five. He didn't fraternise with the police, just ignored them, but someone had to make sure he could sleep soundly. That poor sod was me, and nobody gave a damn that those sleepless nights were now mine. A detective's cursed life. In my next one, I want to be an eighteen-year-old stripper, please…