Wally O'Neil, the namesake of Wally's Pub, is seventy-two, can't move his legs as fast as he used to.

His son-in-law is half his age, moves like a cat, a cat with a pump shotgun.

"You wanna finish your conversation, finish it somewheres else."

He keeps the shotgun on us until we're all out of the pub and in the street, where Terry breaks for his car, starts it up and speeds off into the night.

Billy and Jack are caught flatfooted but I follow suit, knowing exactly where he's headed.

Towards the one reason that still keeps us in the city: the take.

Views: 5

Tags: crime

Comment

You need to be a member of The 6S Social Network to add comments!

Join The 6S Social Network

© 2013   Created by Robert McEvily.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service