This guy was really flamboyant. We could meet in an alley and he could hand me a briefcase, but no. He wants to do it at a masquerade ball. But I figured it might be a good chance for me to see some of the people he mingled with. Deborah wanted me to find out if the vice president of her company had anything to do with her would-be assassination. Maybe he'd be there too.
"Have the police contacted you yet?" I asked.
He started stammering, "Why...why...why would the police contact me?"
Man, this guy was thicker than pigshit...
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Constipated pigs!