"I'm calling on behalf of the Hoofers dance studio. If you can tell me who the sixteenth president was you'll win ten free dance lessons."
"Is that you, Mr. Randolph?"
My blood ran cold. How the hell did she know who I was? I stayed silent.
"You're playing with fire, Randolph. My advice is go back to chasing down blackmailers and looking for stolen merchandise. I'm sure you could make a comfortable living that way. Keep on the path you're traveling and you'll experience a very uncomfortable dying!"
I was dumbfounded.
"No witty retorts, Randolph?"
Then the line went dead...
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Sounds like a nice old girl! But then there is a real Hel in Helga!
Christopher 9 months ago
True.