'Have you got my money, Michael?'
Michael glanced up nervously, scratching at a grubby shirt. 'I ... I'm working on it.'
'Perhaps you need to work harder?' Doyle lifted up a baseball bat, wiggling its tip menacingly.
'I ... I definitely won't be able to get it if I can't walk.'
'You don't seem to be able to pay it back as it is. Perhaps you need a little encouragement?'
'I'll pay it back, Mr Doyle. I promise.'
'I know you will, Michael.'
Doyle swung the bat, tight and fast.
Michael yelped as his wrist snapped with an audible crack.
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