“Pug said: “I’m trying to think of the best way of knocking you off.” “The Chinese do it with rats,” I said. “They let ‘em eat the victim.” “Where am I going to get the rats?” “Well,” I said, “there’re three in the car now.” I don’t know which one hit me; Pug or the guy with the garlic breath. It was the barrel of a pistol and it cooled me for a couple of minutes. When I came to we had stopped by a small shack. I was alone with the guy on my left.” RatsGangsters Book:Solomon's Vineyard Source: Solomon's Vineyard