Hooking arms with Natalie, we stroll along. Somewhere behind us, I’m vaguely aware that Michael, my Master and my father are shadowing us.
From across the street, a yell. “Hey, Nat. How’s it goin’?” The call comes from a girl in thigh-high boots. A clingy black dress displays most of her remaining thigh. The blonde shoulder-length bob could be a wig.
“Hi, Jess. Goin’ good. Got a minute?”
“Sure, so long as you don’t mind me breaking off if a prospect turns up.”
“Course.”
We cross the road. Natalie takes out her phone, scrolling through screens to pull up my father’s photo of the man he’s been following. “Got something for you to look at.”
‘Jess’ eyes me cautiously. “Yeah? Who"s your uptown friend?
“This is Jenny. We used to be roomies…”
“… Before I was so uptown.”
Natalie elbows me
