Wolverton sucks on a lollipop.  His mouth is moistened.  He’s vacillating between fear and rage in the back of the car.  If the 49’s were waiting at the office, it means his hookup sold him out.  If he sees that gamoto Spiros again, he’s going to choke the life out of him.  That’s a big if.

The car turns into an alley, barely a metre passing between the doors and the brickwork.  It parks close to a non-descript entrance, where the shorter suit gets out and opens the rear door.

“The wall is close.  Please don’t scratch the paintwork.”


~ by Electro-mechanical Man on February 9, 2011.

One Response to “Wolverton”

  1. Hee hee hee!

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