At 6 am, the cleaner finally came round. She gazed helplessly at Dickie. She knew who held all the power here.
“Why you didn’t tell me. You could have call me,” she wept. “Why you didn’t call? Why you didn’t? We have more people coming, and… and… and…”
There was not the slightest twitch from Dickie. Read more Chapter 13: Big Trouble With Little Pimps