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Marcus Constantine

And below that, a phone number

Chapter 6

I take a cab home when my shift ends

The cash Marcus left covered their drink bill ell over a hundred dollars leftover as a tip, so I figure, why the hell not?

After al anyway And I’ into the three men who seem to shadow my every move, even if I doubt they’ll try to steal back the ave me

It’s close to three o’clock when the cab pulls up in front ofI pay the driver and slip out onto the dark street, casting aze around carefully I don’t see any of my stalkers

But I do see Natalie

She’s at the top of the steps leading up to our building, her back pressed against the door as so like a porn star in a way that’s definitely only for effect, and I grimace as I head up the walk toward the stairs

It’s been a long fucking night, and she’s the last person I want to deal with right now

“Is there a reason you can’t do that inside?” I gru anyone fro

Natalie wrenches her lips away frouy, who looks like he’s definitely had a drink or five When she looks at et a little rush of satisfaction at the bruise that mars her left cheek It looks like she tried to dab some cover-up on to mask it, but thewhite streetlamps

“Listen bitch, just because you never get any, it doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t,” she drawls, her voice thick and slurred frolassy eyes

Guess she’s stillslapped by a prosthetic hand

Trotting up the steps, I ainst it, ripping the handle frorip