4
Pia
Heat flooded my cheeks as I studied the front of the establishment I had every intention of entering. I stalled, though, eyeing the poorly lit parking lot from where I’d parked across the street to watch the club’s entrance.
I’d gotten the call I’d been waiting for—but on my cell, and hours after I’d left the office.
Jessie, the sweetheart, had asked around town and gotten a lead into my latest missing girl case. The news wasn’t what I had hoped to hear, but better than a k********g and s*x slave outcome.
Letting out a slow exhale, I grabbed my purse off the passenger seat of my old Chevy, and climbed out into the sweltering night. Sweat instantly sprang across my forehead and chest, and I cursed the size of my breasts for the millionth time since they’d sprouted when I’d turned
