I couldn’t believe it, but his words felt so true they hurt.
I shuddered, “How?”
“She was killed,” he sighed. “There’s no… sign of how or who was responsible… The body was found in the sewer on the outskirts of town about two months ago.”
My heart clenched in grief and I felt myself stumble and lean into the wall. Hadn’t I said that being a prostitute was dangerous? We were marketed as soft, beautiful playthings to be bought and sold, not cared for or protected. How had she ended up in a sewer on the edge of town? She was a prostitute of Club Heaven when we parted. They didn’t have anything like Seven Days of Heaven when I left.
Had they picked it up after hearing how popular it was at Larry’s? Had the person who bought her simply paid the insurance cost and planned to kill her becaus
