Status: Completed :)
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked
XVII.
"I was hoping I could speak to James Murtough?" Molly asked with false sweetness. The man narrowed his eyes at her.
Turning inside, he yelled, "'Ey Murtough, there's some chick here thar wants to talk to you."
Over the man's shoulder, Molly saw James Murtough get to his feet. Now that he was distracted, she knew that they migh only have moments to do what they needed to do, and so Molly quickly gave the boys a signal move behind her back. "Who the hell...?" Murtough mumbled, but he stopped short when he saw Molly standing here. He scowled. "What the fuck do you want?"
Turning inside, he yelled, "'Ey Murtough, there's some chick here thar wants to talk to you."
Over the man's shoulder, Molly saw James Murtough get to his feet. Now that he was distracted, she knew that they migh only have moments to do what they needed to do, and so Molly quickly gave the boys a signal move behind her back. "Who the hell...?" Murtough mumbled, but he stopped short when he saw Molly standing here. He scowled. "What the fuck do you want?"