““Problem.” He paused and held his earpiece, his eyes drifting for a moment, then he looked back at me. “She passed out before we could get her in a cab.” “Why you telling me? Follow protocol, call the cops.” This was nothing new. Hank shifted, then pulled the earpiece out. “I didn’t know she was your mother,” he said uncomfortably. “She’s nothing to me.” “I wouldn’t have called her trash if I’d known.” “Then the joke’s on you.” She was trash. “How you want to handle this...?” he asked earnestly. I was out of patience and this was cutting into my time. “Fuck, Hank, call the cops. This isn’t my problem, do your fucking job.” Hank held up a plastic card key. “What the fuck is that?” I snapped, irritated. “She’s staying at the Days Inn.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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