There were broken lamps and chairs on the floor, things strewn all around the room. I went toward the kitchen for the phone and saw a note on the table:
“To Whoever Wrecked Our Organization,
We got Brick Mason. We want the asshole that ruined our business. He better call this number, 555-6790, before sunup...or Brick Mason is going to be making movies in Hell!”
I grabbed the phone and called the number.
"Yeah?" the voice said.
"Do you have Brick Mason?" I asked.
"Well, if it isn't the chump!"
I could tell by the voice it was Gertie...
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Gertie.... she puts the rude in Gertrude! How did she get out? Maybe that SFPD cop was bent after all!