Hello! Just a little something that's been floating around in my head for a few days. This is my first Hustle fic, so I hope you like x
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Karen and Natasha.
Karen Monroe walked to her flashing answering machine and pressed play.
"Karen, it's Stacie," her sister's voice said. If she didn't know better she would have sworn that Stacie had been crying. "Listen, Mickey's offered to help me out and I don't want Tasha caught up in anything. If you could after her for me I'd be really grateful. Just, please, call me when you get this."
Karen shook her head in disbelief. Maybe it had finally started to dawn on Stacie that her world was dangerous. Definitely not a place to be bringing up a young child. She picked up the phone.