Number Thirteen Press
' "No, he's wrong," Charley said. "It's still Friday the thirteenth... It's Black Friday and for certain people it's a day that never ends. They carry it with them all the time. Like typhoid carriers. So no matter where they go or what they do, they bring bad luck."
"Meaning me?" Hart murmered.
Charley nodded slowly. Then very slowly he reached into his overcoat pocket and took out the gun.'