Outside, a car door slammed. Three men. Heavy shoes.
Tonight, he wasn't here for the girls.
Marta slid into the booth across from him, her smile a razor nick. "You look like a cop with a stomachache." skin trade fast
"I look like a man who wants what's in your safe." Outside, a car door slammed
He was here for the ledger.
The curtain ripped open as he reached the safe. He didn't look back. He worked fast — because in the skin trade, slow meant you left your own hide behind. skin trade fast