He slammed me up against a wall. My feet were off the ground.
"Where is Debra?" he screamed.
"Calm down, Moose, that's what I'm trying to find out! I'm Jake Randolph, private detective. I was hired to find out what's happening to all these missing dancers."
He looked confused but set me back down on the floor.
"Private...detective?" he asked in a childlike way.
"Yeah. I'm the guy that called you earlier."
"Minga's guy?" he yelled.
"No! No! I just said that because I didn't know who you were. I hate Nicky Minga every bit as much as you do."
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
I’m imagining a headless Minga as a toilet substitute right now!🤮
Christopher 10 months ago
Hehe!