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“On the floor! Both of you! Facedown on the floor”

They complied Billy cuffed the man behind his back “Miss, how old are you?”

“Twenty-two,” she said, her voice shaky

He didn’t really want to, but he cuffed her as well “You’re twenty-two like I’ of Spain And you, sir, what’s your name?”

“What?”

“What is your name, sir?”

“My name is … John Barnes”

Billy squatted down next to him “John Barnes, you say?”

“Yes … yes”

“Okay My ht you were Archbishop Phelan But this city’s highest-rankinga prostitute Especially one who, it seee Because that’s worse than a prostitution beef That’s statutory rape”

“Oh, no Oh, God Oh, God, help me …”

“Yeah, so good thing you’re John Barnes instead”

Billy backed up and peeked out into the hallway By noas filled with police He motioned over a uniform to secure his room

Detective Soscia, stepping out of another room, nodded to Billy “The e,” he said, a s across his face

Billy popped his head inside The ainst the bed, a sheet wrapped around his waist, his hands cuffed behind hi nearly straight up His ruddy complexion was flushed, maybe from the sex buthim