I picked up the photograph and slid it back into my pocket. “The club wants her ready for the main event. No more ‘private exhibitions.’”
“Mutt,” I said, sliding the door shut. The latch clicked with a finality that made his shoulders twitch. Pale Carnations -Ch. 4 Update 4- -Mutt Jeff- ...
Jeff finally stopped shuffling. He fanned the cards—a perfect spread of kings and sevens, all dead hands—and then scooped them into a single pile. “Pretty thing, ain’t she? Bit of a screamer, though. Not the fun kind. The legal kind.” I picked up the photograph and slid it back into my pocket
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.” ” I said