So far.
Forty-second
“Loose ends. I don’t like that,” said Tommy.
“You think I do?” asked Jackie. “We don’t have a choice.”
“Yeah.”
“A dentist in the suburbs? The cops will never stop looking.”
“Still.”
“Still nothing. It’s your fuck up. You’ve got to fix it.”
“I know.”
“Good. Take care of it.”
Friday, November 28, 2008
Untitled - Part 42
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