There he stood, the man whose cleft chin always reminded me of a bare ass. “Well, well, well, Mayor Marshall Hicks. What can I do for you?”
“May I come in?”
I hesitated, my eyes scouring him from head to toe. “What do you need Mayor? I’ve paid my dues.”
“It’s about Sadie.”
“What about her? She’s upstairs sleeping.”
A thunderbolt cracked. The puffed rooster Cringed. “Can I come in?”
“For a minute. I have things to do.”
I opened the door wide enough for him to squeeze through. Too wide would seem like an invitation and asking him to sit a spell was out of the question.
He removed his hat and hung his rain jacket on the hook by the door. Now inside, he took an uninvited seat in the parlor—the same chair William Pinkerton sat on when asking about the Wild Bunch. Not a good omen.
Excerpt from The Last Bordello
Daily word prompt: Cringe