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Just a Jack-Knife Back at the office, Buck looked up as the little door-cow-bell chimed to indicate an incoming costumer.  With a slight internalized groan he recognized and stood up to greet Will Watson, aka “Bill”.  With his smooth black suit pressed over his gray shark skin, Bill looked the quintessential mobster.  In truth, he was a used-car salesman from Joe’s Old Autos down on Buckly Street.  Buck and Bill had been through most of high school together.  As Buck shook Bill’s fin and ushered him into a seat, he couldn’t help remembering how it was Bill that had shook Buck out of getting 4 straight years as track

Just a Jack-Knife Back at the office, Buck looked up as the little door-cow-bell chimed to indicate an incoming costumer.  With a slight internalized groan he recognized and stood up to greet Will Watson, aka “Bill”.  With his smooth black suit pressed over his gray shark skin, Bill looked the quintessential mobster.  In truth, he was a used-car salesman from Joe’s Old Autos down on Buckly Street.  Buck and Bill had been through most of high school together.  As Buck shook Bill’s fin and ushered him into a seat, he couldn’t help remembering how it was Bill that had shook Buck out of getting 4 straight years as track