Chapter 70 Chapter: The King of Whitechapel

The woman took a long drag on her cigarette, gripping it between nicotine-stained fingers and blowing the smoke out of the side of her mouth as she eyed me suspiciously. "Oh don't mind her," Garrick smiled. "She just likes to watch." She sniffed dismissively which turned quickly into a hacking cough and I wrinkled my nose as spittle flew from her mouth, which she barely bothered to cover. "Don't care if she does or she doesn't," she snapped when she managed to get her cough under control. "But if you want her to join in, it's another twenty. Thirty if you just want to watch me and her." "Really?" Garrick replied with a devilish glint in his eyes. "That's definitely something to consider." "Well, hurry the fuck up and decide, I got other punters to see, right? Can't keep me regulars waiting." Dragging hard on the cigarette right down to the butt, she threw it to the floor and stubbed it out under her scuffed heeled boot. Immediately she lit up another one, this time blowing the smoke di