“How do you know?”
“Thees hijo de puta is just a head, because I made him that way.”
Yakovlevich chuckled. “Miss Chica, he died a long time ago, and you are a young lady. Perhaps you are thinking of another head?”
“This is my head, go ahead an’ look at his mouth. He has a gold tooth, right here, she pointed at the upper front tooth of her mouth. And he has a no tooth next to it.”
“How so?” said Arvel. He was intrigued now. Chica never stopped surprising him.
“He had two gold teeth and I pulled one, but the other I could not pull. Go ahead and look.” She began to reach into the blood tinged alcohol to retrieve the head. The Mule Tamer