02-27-2007, 04:17 AM
The sound of the conversation still wafted down the allyway. They were not quiet people.
White Fang, he noted. He waited until he was sure they were gone: a motorbike roared off to single the end of the exchange. He turned and left, headed back toward his car. He would phone soon.
White Fang, he noted. He waited until he was sure they were gone: a motorbike roared off to single the end of the exchange. He turned and left, headed back toward his car. He would phone soon.