"What was the job?" I asked, realizing I just might actually get to the bottom of this.
"Who are you...a cop?"
Like a cop would've been beating this guy's ass with a coffee table leg. Of course, who knows?
"I'm not a cop. I need to find Max Dolan, so I need to know who you pulled that job for and who you pulled it with."
"I can't tell you that!"
"Yes you can," I said, "or these coffee table legs will get up and walk away before you ever do."
He looked like a kitten in a dog kennel...
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Love the kitten location. Very visual... and loud!
Enjoying this Christopher. Thanks for this weekend’s drabblefest. 👍
Christopher over 3 years ago
Thanks for reading, Neville. I was hoping this would lure Drew back but so far not yet. But he's updating his info on Goodreads fairly regularly so he's still around. Maybe he'll be back soon.
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Hope so. We need our mentor!