Chapter 6
“Fuckin’ GPS!” Jake muttered, turning yet another corner in the labyrinth that was inner London. “The stupid b***h is taking us down every side street she can. Shoulda got a male GPS. Least men know how to get to a place without passing every fuckin’ florist and purse store on the way.”
Jimmy snickered. “I’m sure she’d find you a red purse if you asked her nicely.”
Jake lifted his left hand from the wheel and shot Jimmy the bird.
Jimmy leaned forward and addressed the GPS machine. “Ma’am, could you give us directions for—”
Jake’s hand swatted Jimmy across the back of his head, dislodging his hat.
“Boys,” Barry said from the backseat.
Just then a minicab cut in front of them.
“You asshole!” Jake yelled, laying on the horn.
Barry was beginning to think this visit to the ca
