Tasha pursed her lips, glanced at the other customers in the store. A pair of college-age girls, a woman and her boyfriend. Nobody seemed to have heard the vulgarity, or the crass insult.
I guess this is at least half the reason Tasha and Daniella want Maybchel out – it just doesn’t look good for their store to have a scruffy kid like this in there.
Leaning close, Tasha hissed, “Do I need to call security, you little idiot?”
‘Security’ served as a euphemism for the enforcers on the Boardwalk, paid uniforms who patrolled the streets and the stores, keeping an eye out for the homeless, gang members and shoplifters.
Ah, right, I remember those. Not sure that really counts as a euphemism when that’s literally their function, but fair enough.
Their methods were as blunt as methods got. Victims generally weren’t in a position to go to the cops and complain, or the police simply overlooked the enforcer’s activities.
Well.
Kinda their function.
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