CHAPTER 218 Hello, Vic. Goodbye.

*Vic*

Fat Spike hoisted the bloodied, unconscious hooker into the back of his rust-streaked van with the ease of a man who had done it far too many times before. She dangled in his grip like a broken puppet, limbs swinging loosely as he slung her onto the cold metal floor. The van creaked under the weight. With a grunt, he slammed the rear doors shut.

Then he turned, swaggering toward me with that