Recovering himself, Chan said. “We found heroin in Cal’s locker at Siu Lum Pai. He stole it from one of the Mexicans killed in your warehouse.”
He watched Jones carefully. The old man closed his eyes.
“Do you have any idea how Cal might have known about the heroin?”
Jones shook his head. Chan could see his body quivering, how he held back tremendous emotion.
Chan asked, “Does Cal work for you in any capacity?”
Jones opened his eyes, looked at Chan. “Yes. He cleaned my properties when they were vacated. Prepared them for future tenants. Why do you ask?”
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Aloha #WriterSunday. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
the wrong place
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, any style, any length, and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )
