I knew it would difficult to get information out of Candy. Any woman who was able to work the streets without a handler had to be touch. So I took one of the wannabes with me. I found her at her usual corner.
“Ca-“ I managed to get out before the wannabe swaggered up to her.
“Yo Bitch, where’s-“ was all he managed to get out before she popped him one in the mouth, the kid falling like a tree.
“Bich ‘ust brok’ my jaw!” the kid muttered, painfully.
He didn’t understand why me and Candy both laughed at that.