Chapter Twenty
Sandy came out brushing her hair. “I found this in the back of my lingerie drawer,” she said, holding up a pale blue and pink nylon Basque with dangling garter straps and sheer lace bra cups.
“I remember that,” Mickey said.
“Well, I could...” She let the silence play out, smiling a little.
“With the fishnets?”
“And my new shoes,” she said, giving him a smoky look. “Give me five minutes to put on some make-up.”
“Make it a little trashy,” he said.
“I’ll make it a lot trashy,” she replied, and turned her back to walk away again in the high heels. Mickey watched the greatest ass in the world until she went around the corner and out of sight.
Then his phone rang. It was well after nine o’clock. Mickey didn’t recognize the number, but answered. “No names,” John Willis said
