If she doesn’t shut up, I’m gonna whack her.” Blanche Racine huddled blindfolded in the corner of the room, alternating between sniffling and sobbing. “Easy, Harley. She’s a scared old woman. She hasn’t had this much excitement since her wedding night. I’ll calm her down. Kill her and you’ll never get her daughter. What time are you supposed to call?” Macon looked at his watch. “Right about now. Gimme your cell phone.” “I can’t see that little runt letting his daughter walk into a trap. What father would do that?” Alice squinted in thought. “Well, maybe mine would’ve, but that’s another story.” “He thinks I only want to talk to her.” “Come on, Harley, you know he didn’t believe that shit, don’t you? The man might be a shameless con artist, but he ain’t stupid. He’s between a rock and a hard place.
