Prologue

I walked into the clean, wide tattoo shop, to find a large red head lady sitting at the counter at her computer.

As I walked up, she smiled and asked who I was booked for.

"I'm here for my thigh, Johnny William"
Smiling nervously at her wide grin.

I saw a very tall, tanned well built man over near the tattoo seating.
Putting his black plastic gloves on, then he looked over his shoulder directly at me.
A small, evil smirk sunk into my soul.
And his piercing rich green eyes darkened.