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and very hard, and her head whip lashed as she screamed and rebounded, to end up leaning forward on her hands with blood gushing from her nostrils and cascading down onto the carpet.  He hadn’t just broken her nose, he’d pulverized it.
    Ellen was not as meek as she looked.  And her temper, when triggered, was legendary.  She darted forward quick as a fox and bit Frankie’s ankle through the material of his pants. Just locked her jaws in the flesh and sawed her mouth back and forth until she felt bone grate against her teeth.
    Frankie howled and tried to pull away from her, but it was like trying to detach his leg from a rabid dog.  He hit her with a sweeping blow to the side of the head with his pistol, but she seemed to be past feeling pain.  Anger and hate had amalgamated to boil up and elevate Ellen into a frenzied state.  At that moment she was basically out of her mind.
    Frankie needed her off him.  He twisted the gun sideways, pressed it up tight to her temple, pulled the trigger, and Ellen was blown to the side; her body following the blood and brains that were driven out of her skull.
    There was a few seconds of absolute silence.  Frankie, Lennox and Tony stared with disparate sentiments at Ellen’s corpse.  Her left leg came up off the floor three or four times, kicking at thin air, but it was just muscle contraction.
    “You murdering fucking animal,” Tony shouted as tears ran down his cheeks.
    “Shut the fuck up,” Frankie said, turning and lashing out with his foot to kick Tony in the mouth.  The force of the impact shattered Tony’s jaw in three places and knocked out five of his teeth, and a mist of blood shot up from his ruined mouth as he fell back.
    Lennox grinned.  This turn of events was unplanned and outstanding.  There was still enough coke in his system to let him appreciate the spectacle with acute clarity.  The action seemed to be unwinding in slow-motion, like a scene in a DVD would if he ran it frame by frame.  He saw each globule of blood slowly spurt from the man’s mouth, which was sagging open wider and wider.  Teeth spun out from the now gaping maw; each with its own bright red and liquid contrail looping behind it.
    Violence was an art form, Lennox thought.  It had a certain immediate visual and visceral beauty that he was fascinated by, and it was three-dimensional with the added bonus of sound and smell.
    Tony was dazed, and the pain in his side was superseded by the agony in his face.  He believed that he was about to die, and he was not mistaken.
    Frankie stood over the injured, bleeding, moaning man, took careful aim and put three bullets in him; one in each eye and the third to the center of his forehead.
    “Fuckin’ A,” Lennox said.  “Could’ve been a scene from a Tarantino movie.”
    Frankie took a couple of deep breaths, removed the silencer from the pistol and put it in his pocket, then holstered his gun.  He felt better, even though his bitten ankle was throbbing.  “Let’s get out of here,” he said.  “You drive, and stop at the 7-11 store we passed on the way in.  I need to buy some cigarettes.  This gum is giving me fucking heartburn.”

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Logan parked in the well-lit lot of The Flatbush, a family diner only two blocks from the address he had for Arnie’s CI.  He needed to use the restroom and was ready for a cup of coffee.  And he also thought it was a safe place for Margie to wait for him.
    “You amaze me,” Margie said when he joined her at a booth on the back wall, away from the large front windows.  “You act as if nothing was wrong.”
    “Sometimes whatever is going down, you’ve got to take time out and smell the coffee,” Logan said with a small smile.
    “Shouldn’t that be flowers?”
    “No, the aroma of roasted java beans works for me.  And I don’t often let anything worry me.  Things work out one way or another, for better or worse, so why risk getting an ulcer?”
    “Have you got a