Two fingers Kim had been sitting at a table near the door to Tin Man’s doughnuts when the old Indian walked passed and out the door. He had watched the Indian and the kid with the cast do their little dance and it didn’t add up. Why would the old guy write a check to a punk kid? The little prick had actually smiled and kissed the check. Something was going down.
Two fingers slipped out of his chair and followed the Indian.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®
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