Auto Erotica Ch 09
Patrick Wolfe, aka Crilly, was a cop. I didn’t freak out, I wanted to, but my sense of self-preservation was too strong. Instead I dialed Marcus. ‘Go,’ he said by way of greeting. ‘I’m in the townhouse of Patrick Wolfe, nee Crilly. I need a pick up in ten, it’s on LSD, can you find it?’ ‘Got it,’ he said. ‘Marcus if I’m not out in front come in and get me. I don’t think he’ll let me leave.’ Marcus said nothing, just hung up and I knew he’d come. I got my underthings on as well as the...