EIGHTY-THREE
DeWayne scoped out Chloe’s flat. He had been to it before when he stuffed the dog s**t through her letter box, but that was just a quick in and out without taking too much interest in the surroundings. He had had her address, given him by David Jarrett, and that was all he had needed. No need to look for places to watch, to hide, to plan. Now it was different. He had to get inside her flat, f**k her, willingly or not, rough her up a bit. Or maybe a lot and get out again.
Look out for where the CCTV cameras were but he could see a lot of brothers going in and out of a flat almost directly above the b***h’s place. Gotta be a dealers’ den, he thought. No problem, the bros, they would take care of any CCTV. Spray paint over the lens does the trick, quick, cheap, and easy as. May
