TEN
It was around half past one in the afternoon by the time McCall had pulled up on the same street as Marie Heller’s building. As she got out of her faded blue ‘66 Mustang, Samantha McCall felt the warmth of the sun on her skin, and a cool breeze flowed down the long street, brushing past her and slightly lifting her shoulder-length brown hair. The whole street had the stench of money, the apartments here were full of lawyers, doctors, and anyone with a large bank account.
“Nice neighbourhood,” Steel noted, looking at the ageing architecture as he closed the car door.
“Yeah, even the muggers say please and thank you round here,” McCall laughed.
Steel smiled at her quick pun as they headed towards a large building down from where they had parked. Carlson’s ex had re-married into money
