Angel tensed, glancing up at his face quickly, but she saw no anger there. XXX Angel wasn’t sure how long she stood there watching them, but when she glanced at Rich, he was staring at her. Life was an out of control, spinning whirl of destruction. Silently he turned to leave Bishop, hearing a “see you next week” called after him. It was a roll of twenty dollar bills. But before they were out of earshot, Angel heard Rich growl and a warning smack, probably upside Trixie’s head, and him sternly warn “quit with the teeth.”
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Angel had just applied the last bit of her make-up when Rich leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, his forearm pressed against the cheap wooden frame above his head.
