Fourteen
Dunstead shut off his phone and tossed it on the bed beside him. Looked glumly around the shabby room of the crappy hotel, cut lose a string of curses. He was tired of living like this, tired of doing the dirty work for folks who lived better’n him. Take that old broad, living in that fancy house, giving him orders like she knew what to do. Bet money she was using television to plan her moves. She was as whacked as her ideas.
Couldn’t believe she bought his line about how killin’ a Baker would launch this mafia war she wanted so bad. She’d made his payback so easy. He frowned. Why? That was question bugging him. Why would she want it, need it so bad? Lady like that? Had nothing to do with any of ‘em. Had money or she couldn’t afford him. Nice house. Fancy car with someone to dri
