Chapter 3Miranda entered the room behind Tom and for just a moment, froze, wondering what she was doing here. Perhaps the wine was beginning to wear off; perhaps her common sense had rushed back in to taunt her. Turning a trick was one thing. But taking on a whole apartmentful of guys was foolhardy.
Tom stepped aside and she saw them.
“Hey guys, got us a little party favor here.”
And suddenly all Miranda felt was sick. She was surprised at her own abrupt about face. But the thumping bass of the music, some industrial club dance mix s**t that Miranda hated: all the screaming and repetitive backbeat. The volume was so high it hurt her ears.
Just below the ceiling hung a layer of thick, blue/gray smoke. Tobacco and m*******a. The coffee table was littered with candles, whose wax dripped i
