Gertie's other goon fell to the floor as Harrigan nodded at me through the smoke. I nodded back as I tucked my gun in my waistband and pulled Mason by his armpits behind some crates.
I untied his hands and said, "Are you okay?"
He produced a weak grin and said, "I've had better days!"
"Stil wanna play a detective?" I asked as I helped him up.
"No, I think I would rather play an Italian ice cream seller if you still have the wig and the moustache."
I laughed, "It's yours as soon as we get out of here."
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Desperate times call for humour. But big fat Gertie still being around ain’t no joke!