Purest Fiction: Mob Ties
Purest Fiction: Mob Ties
“There’s an apartment vacant?” Control your voice, don’t draw more attention.
This situation oozed into shape as smoothly as her first novel. It was almost enough to make her laugh aloud.
“Try me. I need a job and a place to stay while I work out some things. I promise not to hold parties above your premises.”
“G’wan, Lady, you don’t want to bus tables.” The owner snorted and scraped coins from the till for the remainder of her change. “The apartment isn’t much either. Three furnished rooms.”
“I do need work, and anything you’d pay me would stretch the money I have set aside. What terms do you want to set for the lease?” She held out her hand, and he laid a five-dollar bill in her palm, followed by a one, and the coins.
“Are you running from an ex, Lady?” He slammed the drawer of the cash register. “If some guy is going to come here and make trouble, I don’t need that.”