This story was published as a part of the Only fools die of heartbreak collection by Equus Press. Have mercy – please, please, have mercy. Be careful, baby, the bastards are cruel – they are shockingly vicious. The other night, I am at work as usual at 2:30 a.m. when the old German hand Heimer phones. Heimer says he was beaten and robbed by a thug after exiting the Metro, and tells me to leave a message for the bosses he will not be in the next day. Heimer is old and bigger than fat, with elegant grey werewolf mustaches, who limps along with a cane in one hand and a black briefcase in the other. As Heimer told it: