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She shook
She looked back to Sean, alar in her eyes Jack excused hiers closed over hers He s?"
"II was thinking that it’s a that Mamie is a woman who sells human flesh," she said It was only a lie in that it wasn’t her present thought
Sean shrugged "Ma," he er around the rie he or she isn’t about to do already She takes a very s the street one way or another"
Maggie arched a brow to hi prostitution?"
"I’m a cop aware that he can’t stop prostitution--Jesus hie that feat
Re about the oldest profession In a city like New Orleans-- where we do have some of the wildest sex clubs in the nation-- the best I can hope to do is keep it down at its seediest"
"But shouldn’t you be arresting Mamie?"
"I already arrested Mamie--I needed her to talk"
"Ahthe lesser of two evils"
"I think Mamie is definitely the lesser of two evils--when you consider this ie nodded Oh, yes Definitely
"Well, Malass? I’m off to powder my nose," she said
Sean’s mouth curled into a wry smile and he lifted his hands as if in defeat "Here I a and worn-out cop--deserted by ht back," she assured hione a while"
"He’s probably calling in to see what’s going on The guy with the rotten teeth today--skinny old Rutger--was squawking away about his lawyer coot hiirl--Callie--is in the hospital?"
Sean nodded gravely "I’d like to figure out soer hits the streets--and her-- again"
"Can’t you get a restraining order?"
"The chief is working on it"
"Good I’et her a break sohtly, and offered her a sexy sreat appetizer tray on the way" Maggie felt a coreat sed lines of his face softened,him both very handsome and very masculine She moistened her lips, tempted to pause and just whisper the words
She was falling in love with him She didn’t want to do so, of course, but still
He was Sean
She turned quickly, and headed for the ladies’ roo the way, she paused and scrutinized the clientele in Mamie’s herself Each and every face
She checked her watch, and nervously wondered just how late Sean intended to stay The evening seeone
And there was a full
London
Late Summer, 1888
Murder wasn‘t at all unusual in the East End
Fights broke out in bars
Husbands beat their wives