Chapter 34
On an overturned plastic bucket under a dangling pair of handcuffs near the back wall, a woman sat dressed all in black. A ski-mask covered her face and she wore thick black goggles, so there was no way I could even venture a guess as to what she looked like under her disguise.
“I know, this place is in poor taste,” she said. “But it doesn’t lead you anywhere near us. You could come back here every day for five years, you would never see me or anyone I know in here again.”
“You got everything you need?” asked the pimp. The woman nodded, placing both hands on her legs as if to brace herself for the conversation we were about to have.
“I’ve got all my cameras running,” he said. “If anyone comes in after him, I’ll ring the alarm. You can get out through the back.”
She nodded a
