The Inspector Walter Darriteau Murder Mysteries - Books 1-4 by David Carter (best finance books of all time .txt) 📕

one, bit unusual. One might even describe her as pretty, at a push, or she could be, potential, for sure.’

‘Bit gangly, though,’ muttered Brinton, still keen on saying goodbye to the middle bitch. ‘Legs are too long.’

‘Maybe they belong around her ears,’ said Pryce, and he smirked at Men One and Two.

‘Open your mouth!’

Fenfang did so.

‘Pretty good,’ said Pryce. ‘Put it this way, if I had to fuck one of them, she’d be the one who’d get it, but you’d have to pay me, not the other way round.’

Pryce laughed at his own little joke and went and sat down.

‘So what do we think?’ he floated in the air, not to anyone in particular.

Brinton said, ‘You know my feelings, boss. The middle one should go to Manctown, take the money and be thankful, get rid of the troublemaker, and maybe the squirt too. I think I could do something with the lanky bitch here on assembly, and we do need extra labour to complete those contracts.’

‘Mmm,’ said Pryce, thinking about those lucrative deals, but selling woman-flesh was good business too. Then he said to Man Two, ‘Which one would you have? Take home for the night?’

He grinned and said, ‘Easy decision, boss, I’d fuck the little one all ends up.’

Pryce nodded and glanced at Man One. ‘And you?’

‘I disagree. The tall one for me, she’s pretty, and has that certain something.’

‘Looks like we’ve a split decision. One vote a piece. S’pose it’s as well we don’t all fancy the same piece of flesh.’

‘Guess you’ve got the deciding vote,’ said Brinton.

‘I know what we’ll do,’ said Pryce. ‘We’ll let Harry decide.’

He picked up the phone and rang Manchester.

‘Hello, H, I’ve got some good news for you.’

‘Oh yeah? ’Bout bloody time.’

‘I’ve just taken delivery of three new units. One fails your exacting standards; I know that, so I’m keeping her here. So it’s a choice between the other two. They’re both pretty pretty, if you get my drift, bloody good wash, good haircut, nice make-up, sexy dress, big potential in both of them, but the thing is, one is short and petite, very girl-like, if you get my meaning, while the other one is tall, slightly prettier face, and dare I say, could be quite elegant. I need to keep one here, so I thought I’d let you decide. You choose. Which one would you like?’

‘How the fuck am I supposed to know?’ growled an irritated sounding Harry, as if he had far more important things on his mind. They could all hear what he was saying on Pryce’s phone.

‘Tell you what I’ll do,’ said a grinning Pryce. ‘I’ll take their pics right now and send them to your phone. Won’t be a tick. Don’t leave the building,’ and he took out his mobile, stood up, and took mugshots of Fenfang and Shu. Zapped them through the ether, went back on the landline, said, ‘Get ’em?’

‘Yeah, just looking at them now.’

A minute’s pause, no more, and Harry from the Cicero Cub in Manchester said, ‘The second one’s the tall one, right?’

‘You got it, H.’

‘I’ll have her! No contest. Might even road test her meself.’

‘Good man. Then you shall have her. £30,000 and she’s all yours to do with as you wish.’

‘I’m not paying that. Twenty like last time, I’ll pay twenty again.’

‘Can’t do it, H. This is far better unit merchandise.’

‘How am I supposed to make any money at that price?’

‘She’s a bargain, as you well know. Ten clients a day at a hundred pound a knock, so to speak, thousand pounds a day, you’ll have your money back in a month. Think how much buckshee cash she’ll make for you after that.’

Harry sighed. Sad thing was it all made perfect sense. The figures stacked up. Said, ‘You’ve done your homework, Pryce, I’ll give you that. When can I have her?’

‘This very afternoon.’

‘Okay, but she’d better be worth it.’

‘Oh, she will be, untouched by human hand.’

‘Yeah, right,’ said Harry, ‘and my dad’s the Pope.’

‘Think you’ve made the right choice,’ said Pryce. ‘My men will see you later. Have the cash ready.’

‘Done,’ said Harry, and he rang off.

Pryce glanced around the room. He nodded at Men One and Two. ‘Take the tall one back to the Stationery room. Make sure she gets a good wash; smarten her up as much as you can. Have we got some clean gear for her?’

‘Just jeans and T-shirt, but they are new,’ said Brinton.

‘That’ll do,’ said Pryce. ‘We’re not fucking Marks & Spencer. Cicero Club in Manchester is her new career choice. You can have the other two, as of now. Get them trained up and producing as fast as you can.’

There was a moment’s pause when everyone stood still and then Pryce yelled, ‘Well come on! Get your skates on! Get fucking moving!’

Men One and Two sorted out the ropes, separated Fenfang, and tugged her from the room.

‘Stay strong, Fenfang!’ screamed Jun in Chinese. ‘I’ll come for you, Fenfang, I’ll never forget! See you soon!’

Brinton stepped across the room and slapped Jun as hard as he had ever slapped any unit, and he’d done a lot of slapping in his time. Jun took the blow and almost fell over, her hand went to her face and she tasted blood, and she glared at Brinton.

Shu shouted. ‘I’ll miss you, Fenfang! I’ll miss you so much!! Oh Fenfang!’ But by then Fenfang Dong was in the small bathroom off the stationery room along the corridor and probably didn’t hear most of it.

Brinton pointed into the little one’s face and glared into her eyes.

‘If you don’t shut up I’ll smack you into next week, you little slut!’

Shu seemed to understand that all right.

‘Keep quiet, Shu,’ said Jun in Chinese. ‘We’ll be all right together, you’ll see.’

‘Get them out of here!’ growled Pryce. ‘Show’s over. Let’s see some work, they’ve a lot of money to repay,’ and Brinton nodded his agreement and began taking them away, as Pryce said, ‘Come back later, I want to talk about our star witness.’

Brinton