The wolf, sneered at Mitchell, "I have some rather interesting information for you regarding the pretty little silver haired girl that you seem so obsessed with."
Mitchell was scarfing down the remnants of a sandwich his informant brought to him. He was absolutely starving. He was disgusted at what he had become, a beggar. Trapped from accessing any of his money and walking freely all because of his ex-wife and her daughter. He looked up," What?"
"Uh, uh, uhh," he said. "You know the deal, I give you information and you give me money. There's no such thing as a free lunch." He looked down at the dirty man sitting on the beach eating his left overs from the cafe, this man had money and here he was on the sand like a pauper.
The scraps of food filling his stomach gave M
