Kicking off #Noirvember right —
‘Why me?’ Kriste asked, knowing it didn’t matter.
‘Because you’re the littlest. And because I said so.’ Bishop smiled at her, but it wasn’t a nice smile and not just because of the teeth knocked out. Mum said his dad did it, but Bishop said he was fighting with a copper and got the better of him.
None of them would argue.
‘I bet she’s too scared,’ Nielsen said, his voice rising to a mimicking sharpness.
‘It’s haunted you know,’ Anderson added. The eyes behind his dirty glasses looked bored and cruel. ‘That’s why the money is still there.’
‘What if it’s too much for me to carry?’ Kriste had to try something. The sun was setting and she was going to be late for her tea.
‘Throw it out the door to us,’ Bishop said waving a hand around the checkerboard tiles of…
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