Continued from last weeks introduction of Shyin Long, aka, Ice from Murder Creek.
Shy surveyed the scene, trying to look casual while calculating a good place to dive for cover.
The ‘workin’ gals’ hung off the curb, whispering to one another, probably deciding the pecking order of who would smack her first. Against her better judgment, Shy turned from them to whisper into her cell.
“My feet are killing me, my nose is frozen, and I stick out like a yellow sprinkle in a batch of chocolate.”
The laugh on the other end of the line made her want to reach through the phone and strangle her back-up man.
“I’m serious, Clyps. This guy better show because the natives are already E-Baying my jacket.”
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