Buy Chance
Josephine HuetThe Boot tosses me the car keys. “You need to get back to running the business. A hell of a lot’s changed. Not a great idea, your sojourn in the cooler.”
Not my choice, you Prat. “Things’ll be fine.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “So, what’s on the agenda?”
I tap the edge of my nose. “Sorry, Booty, can’t give the game away.”
His face splits into a devious grin, and I get a quick rundown. A few minutes later, with a swift salute, he heads off with long straight strides. I stare after him, puzzled by his words.
Time to return to Park Lane.
Birds twitter in the trees. The blue sky’s a blessing after the flickering fluorescent lights in the coop. Ah, fresh air. I fill my lungs with the sweet scents of spring. Sheer ecstasy. What a change from the constant yelling of inma
