Chapter 9
The victim this time was Sam, who hadn’t been working the corner for a few days because he had a paper due in class. Looking to score some cash after school, Sam picked up a trick just outside the campus bookstore, a fact that angered Will. The asshole liked his victims young.
Bobby had warned his friends about the white van, but Sam’s trick drove a different vehicle. “He won’t talk about it,” Corey told Will over the phone. “He’s black and blue, cuts and bruises and who knows what else, and he won’t say s**t. Jesus, Will—he has scrapes all up and down his side, and he won’t even tell me how they got there! How the f**k am I supposed to fix this?”
“Calm down,” Will assured him. “Do you think he’ll talk to me if I come down there?”
From behind her desk, Sorensen muttered, “You
