"No, he's wrong," Charley said. "It's still Friday the thirteenth." And he went on looking at Hart.
Rizzio frowned and scratched the back of his head.
Charley said, "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 murmured.
Charley nodded slowly. Then very slowly he reached into his overcoat pocket and took out the gun.
- Black Friday, David Goodis