Sleep with the Fishes
Brian M. Wiprud
Wiseguy Sid “Sleep” Bifulco doesn’t desire no stinkin’ witness safety application. The mobster-turned-snitch, who regularly positioned his sufferers lightly to sleep sooner than whacking them, did his criminal time and now has a brand new rural hideaway and a brand new avocation: trout fishing in a scenic river valley. other than bunch of neighborhood yokels won’t depart him alone.
From a gorgeous trout broker in red mountaineering boots to a cop married to a pregnant porn big name, every person during this little city has an perspective, a grudge or a weigh down on a person. And Sid must determine those yahoos fast—because with a vicious Mafia killer on his path, a warden on his doorstep, and a hugely incriminating videotape making the rounds, it seems that the easy lifestyles isn’t so uncomplicated after all....
Him. yet there has been not anyone at the different finish. Endelpo suggestion not anything of it. He persisted his look for a date. Mr. Thuarte used to be a guy who lived by means of a golden rule: work flat out, play demanding, preserve your nostril fresh. Translated, this intended hold the heaviest caseload, get laid as frequently as attainable, don’t double-cross anyone. His strong point used to be protecting small-time mobsters, and for all intents and reasons he used to be at the Camuchi syndicate’s payroll, the exact same outfit that had lower Sid Bifulco the candy deal.
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