The Harder They Fall

The Harder They FallOne of the shadowy figures leaned over the body and, with his right hand, propped himself against the brass bedstead. The cocaine in him rolled his emotions into a tight, focused ball, so that, somehow, the coolness of the brass impressed him to about the same extent as the astonishing amount of blood flooding from Ronald Launius' mangled skull. He didn't feel panic--the coke took care of that. He felt the cool brass and watched the bright-scarlet blood.The steady impact of t...