I didn’t know why I came here…. I only knew that I had to get away. And fast. Old Willie wasn’t going to like me muscling in on his turf and I wasn’t about to wait around for his goons to show up and deep six me in a vat of cider. The trail had gone colder than yesterdays coffee and after watching Mr Sai get it with his own scientology booklets I was in the mood for nothing more than a cold bourbon and a hot bath. I didn’t figure I’d see either that night between the questions the Moseley Forum would have for me and the no-show from my dole cheque so I just got into my car and drove. I didn’t care where to, just outa here. Maybe there was a living to be made chasing husbands for houswives in Kings Heath. Maybe not. But I was sure as hell ready to give it a try…
