The Sting

Katie was a mule between Big Kelvin and the mayor, she thought that much. There'd be packages going to Kelvin and briefcases going back to the mayor. But everything was sealed tight, and they'd see the broken seal if she tried to get into it.

At least Kelvin wasn't trying to fuck her, yet. The man belied his reputation, being almost a dwarf, and while he alluded to it, he hadn't done anything. But so many people had dirt on her now. The mayor. She wasn't doing anything licit for Kelvin, she knew. So many people could manipulate her into ... well anything.

"Hey," a portly Hispanic man close to retirement said out of his Marquis. "C'mere girl."

This was the third shoe to drop, she thought. They were named Vasquez and Vega, two long in the tooth cops who'd made a living trying to take down whatever they could. And they had videos of Katie going into city hall, and going into Sugar's. Fuck my life, Katie thought, rolling her head back.

"We can help you out," Vega said.

"For a little help," Vasquez agreed, eyeing Katie's big natural DDs. They wanted her to be a mole on top of a mule, she knew.