"When was the last time you saw Honey?" I asked as I crushed the tired cigarette out in the ashtray.
"Seven days ago. It was last Friday after our show at the Daffodil. We were changing backstage and getting ready to leave. Honey said she was going to meet some man. She left and that was the last time I saw her."
"D'you know who this man was?"
She shook her head. "She didn't even tell me his name. She was always going around with a different man, though, so it could've been anybody."
"Well, we can rule me out."
Neville Hunt 11 months ago
Haha! You’re getting somewhere Jake! ...very slowly at the moment!
Christopher 11 months ago
Yeah, that's one man down, anyway.