Dinosaur Bob’s eyes raked over the young woman in front of him. He’d seen her plenty of times before, but always from a distance. She’d come by to help her father from time to time, to help him keep up pretenses for his mob front or just to kill time.

She didn’t look a damn thing like Father Peckrill, and that was probably a good thing. His boss was good enough at pretending to run a church, ruthless at running his ‘side business’, but hell if he weren’t the ugliest damn toad Bob had ever seen. Not her though. Any man would be lucky to get an eyeful of her.

He supposed he should say something. He was ordered to shadow her for today after all. He didn’t know why, nobody ever told him shit. Well, he figured he might as well get the show on the road.

Dinosaur Bob cleared his throat and gave his bolo tie a sharp tug.

“So, are you gonna tell me why I’m here, Ms Peckrill?”