Between The Dame And The Mob

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"Well isnt this A bitch of a night?"

Terry looked up watching the rain fall around the neon smoke shops sign. He grumbled edging further into the shadows of the alcove as he lit another cigarette. Where was she? He thought to himself looking down and checking his beat up old watch. He had warned her to be prompt stressed that upon her in their brief phone call. If she was in as much danger as she claimed he needed to get her off the street sooner rather than later.

"Come on girl" Terry murmured to himself idly scratching at his five o clock shadow "I hope those son of a bitches didnt already get you"

He was just about to try and call her when he noted some one coming from around the bend. He sighed in relief and stepped out letting the rain hit his dark black hair and drip down to his overcoat. He moved across the street quickly his large frame assuring that no one driving hit him. He watched some of the other people on the street edge away and shook his head waving at one fearful looking granny who scurried off.

 

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"Ms. Hart" Terry siad relief flooding his face as he saw her appear "I was starting to get worried" He told her smirking and stomping out his spent cigarette.

"We need to get you off the streets" Terry told her nodding at the black sedan he had parked in the alleyway across the street "First to my office then I will hear the full story you should be safe for now I doubt they realized you would call me so fast"

He gestured for her to follow him with his hand and turned moving through the rain covered street. He reached the sedan and opened the door for her waiting for her to get in before going round to his side and sliding into the drivers seat.

 

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