“Well, he won’t be doing that again in a hurry,” muttered Jack as that sat on a rooftop, watching the ambulance services wrap the screaming Dave in protective sheeting and place him on a stretcher. “Pussy. He can dish it out but can’t take it.”
“What is wrong with you tonight?”
“I’m on my period,” he grumbled.
“Jeez.” She punched him in the shoulder. “When I get Dick Parker, can you be on your period and come help me? He deserves some pissed-off-Jack treatment.”
“Don’t worry about Richard Parker.”
Amy turned to him. “Why? What do you know about him?”
“I went after him not long after I found out about you. He’s in jail. He’s been there for eight years, but he’ll be out soon.”
“But he’s mine. Why didn’t you tell me?”