Chapter TenBuzzzzzzz! The small mechanical tool made its noise as it went to work to satisfy another customer’s request. Brolic’s face twitched with every poke of the tattoo gun’s needle that jabbed at his chest. The shaved-head tattoo artist’s tongue peeked out the side of his mouth. His face was a mask of concentration as he crafted his latest masterpiece, occasionally wiping the ink away with a balled up Kleenex. He was an artist and human skin was his canvas.
Meanwhile
Joey-T pushed the Lincoln through traffic with Jackie Needles playing the front passenger seat with his head on a swivel. They had already gotten a hold of a very important plug that gave them Zonyai’s address. They were hoping that they would catch him and their boss’s wife there but didn’t have such luck. However, th
