“Pretty lady - such an English Rose,” came a mocking gruff response.
“What d’ya want?”
He turned and placed his hand on the bed just a few threatening inches from her knee. He leered with sick smile:
“Just a social call - we are doing a bit of business with Freddie. Looks like he had to shoot off.. we worry you know... we worry that a girl like you could be in danger while your man is away.”
“You mean danger from you.”
“Huh - we’re business people - kinda important business. Just tell the champ we called by to make sure you were safe. Maybe we’ll call by again. We are all friends - we’ll be watching over you honey. I know Freddie would like that.”
She looked at his vile fat face. She ached to pull her badge and send him away for the rest of his life. For now he had written a small ch
