He stood at the edge of the track along with the railbirds. Horse racing wasn’t his thing, but he wasn’t there to watch the thoroughbreds.
After placing a wager at the window, he was told to wait. For what, he didn’t know.
Moments later, she arrived.
“Follow me,” said the blonde in the red dress. Gladly.
Sending this model was an interesting choice. Then again, Big Bobby Provenzano was never the traditional type.
He trailed her across the fairgrounds. He hoped their exchange would be over quickly.
A grim thought suddenly crossed his mind.
Come in peace, leave in pieces.
The Weekday One Hundred 