Sucker

JAMIE WILLIS

It wasn’t amusing in the least when I got up to find half of my stuff was gone. Evie (or whatever the fuck her name was) had done a neat job taking all my shit. She would have peeled off the damned wallpaper from the friggin’ wall if she had the time. Leaving my phone behind was her only show of mercy.

She had dried me completely. I didn’t even have enough to go to the station and report the crime. I’d been an easy mark indeed just as she had said. A sucker.

Jayne must have heard about the incident because she came over to see how I was doing. She had seen Evie hauling my TV away and had been alarmed at first but thought nothing of it when she saw a man assisting her who had dressed up like me. Jayne had thought the imposter was me.

What got me riled up was how Evie had actually gotten her boyfriend in on it and the stupid fuck had put on my clothes. Hot blood congealed on my face.

“It’s going to be fine, Jamie,” Jayne said.

“These things happen.”

She tried to make me fe