“You can’t call on credit, when yous’ landed yourself in the clinker for stealin’.” A large man with a bald head growled at his opponent.
“Are you calling me out?” He cracked his knuckles and leaned forward.
“Knock it off!” There was a loud crash from the guard that made Morris’ heart startle.
The next hand was dealt.
Morris hadn’t slept two winks since he had been arrested by that good-for-nothing baby-faced cop. Why… that kid hardly seemed old enough to wear grown man britches, let alone carry a police badge.
Morris hadn’t done anything.
done
All he had wanted to do was to deliver some ice cream and take his lady-friend to the country for a weekend alone.
But that good for nothing son-of-the-boss had caused all of this by being a lazy, incompetent loafer. That ingrate kid ha
