Since we went there in a cab, Mason and I had to walk down the sidewalk back toward the hotel with Mr. Wells' eyes boring holes in our backs.
"What did he mean by lowlifes, Jake?" Mason asked.
I shook my head, "I don't know. But I have a feeling if we keep digging into this we're going to find out. People referred to as lowlifes can be dangerous. You might want to think about packing it in, Brick."
"No way," he said, shaking his head, "I'm going to see this through."
He was actually starting to earn my respect...
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Staying power... to be admired.
Christopher over 2 years ago
Thanks for reading, Neville.