“Stop!” he said, and his face filled with water again.
Coughing and spluttering, he sat up, trying to distinguish his attacker from the bright blaze of light.
A darker blotch against a blazing patch of daytime sky set down a bucket. “All right, I think that"ll do.”
“Awe, come on, one more,” Misty said. “He deserves a lot more.”
“He certainly does,” Cherise said, kneeling.
He saw they were out in the shed, the two women in the doorway, two more buckets at the ready. The morning sun blazed in through the open doors behind them, blotting out all else. He recognized enough of the shed at the Southern Birds brothel, having played in and around it as a kid.
Morning.
That meant he"d spent the night out here.
He saw a blanket beside one door, bits of debris still clinging to it. He guessed
