Wally's Pub is all the way across the city and not our usual haunt, definitely not the place we did Roarke.

Tom Waits is singing Way Down In The Hole when I walk in and I'm wondering if I'll be finding myself in one come morning.

Terry, Jack and Billy are all sitting around a table, smoking and drinking, not saying a word, communicating only with stares at their watches and each other.

"You're late," Terry says.

"By two minutes, Terry," I say.

"Siddown, Teddy Boy, we gotta talk about Stephen."

Views: 6

Tags: crime

Comment

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

Join The 6S Social Network

Comment by Paul D Brazill on October 12, 2009 at 12:14pm
keep em coming...
Comment by Col Bury on October 12, 2009 at 12:55am
I'm hooked!

© 2013   Created by Robert McEvily.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service