"Did you call the police? Are you hurt?" Grace Winslow frowned tightly.
She knew this kind of thing wasn't uncommon in this era. Punks collecting protection money was a practice that would still exist even ten or twenty years later.
These people usually had powerful backers, making them difficult to catch. If the situation wasn't handled thoroughly, it would only invite retaliation.
'I can't believe we've run into this kind of trouble, too.'
Irene Lynch shook her head. "We didn't call the police. I told them not to. Grace, let's just let this go. Maybe we should just close the shop. Two thousand is no small sum. If it had been two hundred, I would've just given it to them."
"They took all the money we made today, and they said they're coming back tomorrow."
"I don't really care about myself, but those two were terrified because of me, and they even got hurt today..."
