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And I don’t bother to hide what I’ers curl around the fabric of my top and peel it off As I offer hihost of a smile as his eyes rake over my body, shamelessly Even from here, I see the fire in theh the possibility of hi my pimp has faded, I still don’t knohat the hell to think about Cain At night, when I’ myself of this pent-up frustration so I can actually fall asleep, I’way
I’er hen she called him "safe"
This is my boss
But, while I silently wait to escape ame
Chapter fifteen
CAIN
"Cain!"
"Two and a half weeks for a si you for, John?" I’ood sense to install a sound barrier in the walls ofmusic in the club, but I can at least have a phone conversation without shouting
A horn blasts in the background and I picturewheel of his nondescript black sedan, tailing soh the streets of LA He spends -ass days from what he tells me John works ured out that o, when he was still a cop He’s well connected, fast, trustworthy, and--most important--he’s as discreet as they come He’s also expensive, but it’s worth it I use his that no typical background check would ever uncover, and I can usually get answers frorounds R Us," he gru at the kinds of places normal employers use "This one took a little bit htens as I silently await his verdict, wondering what he uncovered I’ve been dreading this ot yourself a runaway there, Cain Charlie Rourke was last seen four years ago in Indianapolis She took off on her eighteenth birthday and no one’s seen her since No police record to speak of She’s been a ghost until she opened a bank account and booked a flight from New York to Miami in May"
"Huh" I shouldn’t be surprised, and yet I am I’ve had other runaways here before Kacey, an exceptionally bright redheaded bartender and Storather the basics that explained the unapproachable fiery-haired woman--the accident that killed her parents, her serious injuries, the long physical recovery, the nonexistent mental recovery
The self-destructive aftereffects
But it wasn’t hard to figure out what Kacey was trying to escape "What’s Charlie running frouess is her drunk, abusive father Beat the shit out of her o Daddy-O’s in Pendleton for life for that one"
"Shit" I run a hand back through my hair If she’s been on the run for four years, I wonder if she even knows that her mother is dead "Any other family?"
"Useless uncle Father’s brother Otherwise, no one"
"So she’s legit Ielse checks out?" I holde that says "child"
"Yeah, looks like it"
I sink back intoout of me
"Driver’s license that came up is the same as the one you sent me No previous one on file I also found an older picture of her They look like the sah, especially when your girl’s all done up like she is"