"Doll, I don't know," Pack said as he buttoned his shirt and lit another cigarette. "I wouldn't want to meet that guy in a dark alley."

"That's Jim," she said as she sat up. "He carries an axe everywhere he goes."

"An axe?" Pack shouted. "You want me to go after a guy that carries an axe around with him?"

She said nothing, just implored him with her eyes and motioned towards the bed...

(continued)