Recka rolled her eyes, shook her head, and blew out her breath in disgust all at the same time. “She knew I needed her to go to the bank with me this morning!”
“Sorry...I can’t help you,” said Omar. “I’m sure...she’ll turn up.”
Recka lit a cigarette and blew the smoke in Omar’s direction. “At least I always know where to find you,” she said with a smirk.
Bobby leaned in to stare her in the face. He didn’t have a drop of alcohol in his system, but he was dying to take a swing at her anyway.
“‘Scuse me,” he said. “Mr. Wild and I have work to do, if you don’t mind.”
Recka met Bobby’s gaze for a long moment, her bloodshot eyes probing his with what felt to him like a mix of hatred and horniness.
Before she could make her next move, the moment was broken. Bobby heard heavy footsteps
