January 2, 2023
“Have you got it?” She asked the hitman whose skin cut reflected the rays from the scorching sun. She resisted the urge to smack him heavily on the head as they sat under the sun. It would make for a good laugh. Brenda had thought. She wondered why the killers and the private detective had little or no hair on their heads. She winced as the sweat ran in torrents from his brow, which he didn’t bother to wipe. “Here it is,” he said, throwing the big brown envelope onto the table. He had a permanent scowl and talked from one side of his mouth as he fumbled with the packet of Cheroot in his pocket. He held it up and flicked the lighter to light his smoke. She looked at him for the hint […]
