Chapter Seventy-five

The brothel was opposite the bar house Papa Charlie used to drink when he was alive and it was at the end of the downtown. A mile away from Gracie's house, a mile was far and for Grandma Lily to walk all the way here in the night around 11pm, it was the beginning of trouble.

"Is that your old woman?" Cordelia whispered the question to Gracie's while grandma Lily was across the road with Tori under the instable street light.

"Swears on me, she looks like she's ready to tear a hundred people apart here." She added.

All she did was look from across the road at them, there was no way she would run across the road to meet them with this condition.

In a twinkle of a eye, the police did their job by taking the half body along with some girls from the brothel for investigation and sealing the area with their yellow tape.

Gracie sworn not to see it coming in the cold night but someone gripped her, spinning her to themselves.