Chapter Nine
Taken Like A Whore
Suffice it to say, I hardly slept the night Martin Ingram blistered my ass. Even the Prozac I rummaged from the back of my medicine cabinet failed to give me the needed relief. I spent the night half awake. But rather than focus on my fear as Martin Ingram suggested, I spent the night thinking of how to get to Elsa, and as soon as possible. The opportunity to speak with her before the ‘boys’ returned was too good to pass up.
I took off at ten the next morning, headed in the direction of the address Elsa had given me. I rarely used my car in the city, but decided that it was essential in case I needed to make a quick getaway. All this subterfuge reminded me of a made for TV movie plot, but would that deter me? Not yet.
Elsa lived in a quiet tree-lined
