Michael Malone - Weebly

a story for you, you can write it because it's going to
happen. I'm going to beat the crap out of him. He's
been begging a long time. It's going to happen." Henry's
hands sprang up from the table as if twitched by strings.
He went to the door and rapped it with his fist.
"Sure, fine. Thanks for the chat. Sure you don't
want my cigarettes?"
"Your brand's for shit." The door slammed behind
the prisoner.
"I know what you mean," Hayes said to the empty
room.
"You were wrong, Fred."
"How so?"
"He can talk."
"What'd he say?"
"Well, if you're the fat cop he had in mind, I got the
feeling he's fixing to do you in."
"They all feel that way sometimes. It's mutual."
"He asked me to look into something, doesn't seem
too unreasonable. Appears he's really bothered by his
cellmate. Your harmonica player. He says the old man's