A Bad Day for Pretty
“Chrissy said as she followed Stella into the room and stood with her hands on her hips, glaring down at Brandy. “So you better git to talkin’.”“Who’s she?” Brandy demanded as she glanced nervously over toward the TV stand. Stella tracked her gaze to where a pert white purse sat on top of the giant flat-panel television. “And what the hell are you doing with a kid?”“This is my associate, Chrissy Shaw,” Stella said, crossing the room and snatching the purse, “and her little boy, not that it’s any of your business.”She upended the purse on the other bed. Along with a host of combs and lipsticks and a travel-size hair spray and a packet of condoms and a handful of loose change, a little steel .38 fell out.“My, my, my,” Stella said. “Change of plans.”Chrissy was at her side reaching for Tucker in a split second. They managed the hand-off without Tucker even batting a sleepy eye, and Stella grabbed one of the pillows and yanked the case off and slipped her hand into it before picking up the... revolver, while Chrissy retreated watchfully to the other side of the room, where she sat in the upholstered chair and cradled Tucker close.“Know what the secret of my success is, Brandy?”MoreLess
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