They sent him to Dalias to kill a nigger pimp named Wendell Durfee．
He wasn’t sure he could do it．
The Casino Operators Council flew him．They supplied first-class fare．They tapped their slush fund．They greased him．They fed him six cold．
Nobody said it：
Kill that coon．Do it good．Take our hit fee．
The flight ran smooth．A stew served drinks．She saw his gun．She played up．She asked dumb questions．
He said he worked Vegas PD．He ran the intel squad．He built files and logged information．
She loved it．She swooned．
“Hon．what you doin’in Dalias?”
Hetoldhen
A Negro shiwed a twenty-one dealer．The dealer lost an eye．The Negro booked to Big D．She loved it．She brought him highballs．He omitted details
