"There for emergencies. Sometimes, trouble brews and we end up stuck at dawn." Pam wiggled her tits until she was able to zip her corest back on. She picked up her briefcase and tossed it on the desk. Her phone beeped and she tapped the screen. "Police raids are the worst. Ugh. I wonder if I can bribe the police around here. The gobbers in Shreveport never seem to catch on that cash means you leave us alone."
Midnight finished his drink. The shot glas clunked on the rail as it slipped from his fingers. His mind drifted back to the symbols. "Watch out for a man or woman wearing a purple scarf on the head. Eh? That would be Guédé Masaka."