"Horace, listen to me!" I yelled. "Minga didn't kill your sister! It was the old broad Madame Helga! But I got her! She's dead!"
"I don't care, Jake!" he said, practically screaming. "If it wasn't for Minga my sister never would've gotten mixed up in this garbage!"
I couldn't argue with him on that front.
"How'd you find this place?" I asked.
"I followed Mindy here. I was still looking for a way in when I saw you come up. So I waited and followed behind you. Now where the hell's Minga?"
"Young man," Schmidt said in a calm voice...
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Plug the pig, Horace (I’ve got to like you as a character, so don’t you go trying to plug me through my iPad screen!)