He turned his back to me then, a clear dismissal, and began shuffling once more.
“Both.”
Jeff nodded, satisfied. “There it is. She’ll break again. They always do. The only question is whether she breaks for the crowd… or against it.” Pale Carnations -Ch. 4 Update 4- -Mutt Jeff- ...
He tilted his head, and a grin cracked his face like dry earth. “You here to threaten me, or to ask me how I train ‘em for that round?” He turned his back to me then, a
I left the card on the table.
“Club wants a lot of things.” Jeff stood, slow, his joints popping like distant gunfire. He loomed, not tall, but wide—a bulldog in a stained vest. “But you tell them this: Mutt Jeff delivers what he’s paid for. And what he ain’t paid for stays in the back room. Under the floorboards.” She’ll break again
“The kind that gets a venue shut down,” I replied.