Michael Malone - Weebly

velveteen sofa. He stood back. "I'm not going to do
anything to hurt you. You understand?" He wound the
scarf around his arm, tying it with his teeth. "I didn't
come here to start shit, I was just looking for my wife.
This is a bad scene. I'm sorry it got laid on you, but you
saw the minute the cop saw it was me, he tried to blow
me away and I couldn't get him to lay off long enough to
see what was happening. You see? It was just a damn
motherfucker, just tough fucking luck. I know that's shit
to you, but be sure you're clear on what's true, okay?
Not that it'll help. They're going to fry me for this. So I
gotta go right now 'cause I gotta see Chin before they
grab me. Then you can tell them what you have to.
I don't mean to stick you in the shit, but I got to
have that little bit of time. Okay? Can you handle it?"
Judith raised her eyes to Maynard Henry's and
studied them fixedly. He nodded at her. Then she could
hear him telephoning.
From the hall she watched him come out of the
family room, something over his shoulder, her blanket.
Judith stepped aside. The man walked, stooped,
toward the door. The blanket began sliding, and the