What Will You Have
Crime is Relative
The guys in Rawleys weren’t bad guys, just ghosts of South Brightmoor, tough but not mean, crooked but not evil.
Strangers didn’t just walk in to Rawleys. The front door was an emergency exit and it was wrapped in chains like a Dickens character. It would have to be one hell of an emergency.
Guy came through the back door and it took all the regs about half a beer to sniff cop.
Wasn’t like the guy could bust Rawley’s for football squares or the touchscreen poker machine.
He could try, they guessed, but shit like that didn’t seem to be what the guy was after.
Maybe he was after nothing.
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