Tina Benford

unknown and for all Glen Beagle cared it could stay that way. This was his stake out vehicle, and sometimes you had to get right into people’s heads. The people he chased every day were deranged sickos, used to wallowing in their own filth. Heaven forbid, these dirty pimps and whores would even have liked his car. Oh yeah, he was sure one of those good for nothing pencil dick coke snorting cock suckers would just love to get their hands on it, it would be a rare find. It would keep them coked and jazzed up to their eye balls for a week on heroin if they could stay conscious long enough to strip it for parts. Yeah, that was it, sometimes you had to get into character, even if it meant assuming the mentality of a dirty cunt