Minnie could see Sean crumpled on the floor. The blow had sent him flying across the hall and into the kitchen. If she’d had a decent life, it would have flashed before her. They could have the damn package of smack. But she couldn’t bargain, as Sean had said last night he would hide the stuff, and she had no idea where that was.

“Time’s up, lady,” number one charmer cut in.

“You’re not going to believe this, but I don’t know,” she croaked out from the pain of the ordeal.

“You’re right—we ain't believing it. I’ll look around. You take the lady into the kitchen and show her how to have fun. But keep the noise down. This is a classy neighborhood.”

The dapper guy sneered and started up the stairs in a hurry to start ransacking the house. His not so gentle giant of a companion held Minnie tight, and bundled her over the prone body of Sean and into the kitchen, his hands already exploring her body shape.