Friday, April 7th - Early Evening
Business had been slow lately. And by slow Dung meant nearly non-existent.
Too many bloody cons over saturatin' the market, is wha' it is. Bloody amateurs, makin' all the marks suspicious. Makes it hard for a pro to do his thing.
Dung sniffled and wiped at his nose with his cuff. He was leaning against a brick wall, watching people walk by as they shopped.
Suddenly his body tensed, although he did not move.