She was in my lap, dripping with intrigue and hope. Seduction oozed from her body as smoke from her cigarette filled the room.
Finally, she spoke.
“The Mawtese Fawcon. Hewp me fiwnd it. You’we so gewd and I’m so nawty…”
I imagined she’d been punched in the mouth while chewing marbles. I started checking to make sure she had teeth when she stopped me with a word.
“…awso, thewe’s mowney.”
Money. She took another drag while she watched me sniff the bait. In a moment her eyes found what they were looking for. She exhaled.
“A wot of mowney.”
The words tumbled from her mouth like a tangle of retarded monkeys. I rushed to catch them.
“Now you’re talking. How much?”
She said something that sounded like circus shit falling off a ferris wheel. It got me excited. It was a big number. I took the case.
