“What?” she said, startled. The tie won’t hurt, and neither will the towel unless it’s wet.”
“What’s this?” she asked, gesturing at the coil of rope. Indian Sex “She does, or she’s fired.” Mal said, challenging him with his arms crossed. “We wouldn’t want my buds in the department to come down here and toss this place, so step lightly, friend.”
“I ain’t your friend!” Mal spat at him. I know Mal personally. “That’s it, then. She kept going out of the parking lot, and walked about two miles of the twelve back to her house before Officer Martin pulled up next to her in his cruiser. It was 25 years old, rusty everywhere, and there was a black sooty stain behind the tailpipe from all the oil it burned. The belt is okay, if you don’t use the buckle on her. And if you’re not there, then that means fuckhead Mal fired you.” He looked at her. “Were you going to tie her up, too?”
“Maybe.” he said.
