The sun shone down in the small courtyard. A warm summer breeze stuck to my tangled hair. I ran a gloved hand through it and waited for the girl to come out. Sitting on a wall isn't the best way to spend my day. There weren't very many houses close by so it was easy to get one of my larger cronies to give me a lift on top of the stone wall. He, along with the two others I brought along, shuffled impatiently under me. I looked at them and they stopped moving.
The sliding glass door to the large white house opened and out came the girl. She was talking to a rather interesting looking character that had tattoos all over his neck and arms. He gave her a large yellow envelope and shook her hand. She smiled and sat down on a bench.
I was blocked from their view by a giant apple tree. I snatched one off its branch before jumping down. The oaf went back inside and the girl opened up the envelope. I could see the green of money. I took a bit from my apple and licked the juice before tossing it over the wall.
"I didn't realize people like you took part illegal activities," I sauntered into the sun casually. She jumped at the sight of me but quickly composed herself.
"How did you get in here?" she asked. I pointed to the wall.
"You know, it's hot out here. You want to go inside?" I asked flapping my purple jacket. She remained seated.
"Not a very good hostess are you?" I asked sitting right next to her.
"I know who you are looking for and I can't tell you anything," she looked at me impassively.
"Oh really? I don't believe you," I smiled. She sighed.
"That's your problem," she tried to get up but I put my feet on her lap. She took the hint and sat back down.
"You are ruining my shirt," she gave me a dirty look.
"You want to know how I got these scars?" I asked her.
"Not really," she replied.
"Well you are no fun," I smirked as I took out a knife. I twirled with it through my fingers.
"I don't have what you want. She stopped sending me messages three years ago. She also owes me two and a half mil. So if you care to take care of that for her, great. But if not, get the fuck off of my property before I call the cops," she pushed my legs off her and stood.
"You think I'm looking for Harley? Oh that bitch is dead," I watched her reaction. She seemed surprised but not upset.
"So why are you here?" she asked.
"Because I heard a pretty little lady lived here that could help me," I smiled at her and patted the seat next to me. She sat back down.
"What's in it for me?" she asked.
"You don't even know the job," I smiled and leaned back.
"I've heard whispers though. Shit is about to go down. And you are the cause of it aren't you?" she asked me.
"Pretty and smart. You want a ribbon?" I said.
"No thanks, I have plenty," she smiled at me. I nodded slowly. Licking my lips I leaned closer to her.
"I can promise you a good time," I smiled wide at her. She smiled back.
"I want something more than a good time. Cash, drugs, power. Take your pick."
"I can get you everything you want," I stood up.
"Then I can get you what you need," she laughed. I grabbed her arm and cut into it. She flinched from pain and surprise. Blood pooled and poured out. Furious, she looked at me for an explanation.
"A reminder of our promise. It's been swell to meet you Ms. Spade," I smiled at her and gave her my card.
"Same to you as well Mr…"
"Joker," I bowed low and giggled manically