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“Hi, baby,” she said with a high-pitched tone that I was sure wasn’t her regular voice. “Do you want to go somewhere more private?”
I nodded and she took my hand, escorting me even further back, to a room hidden by dark red curtains. Behind, there was a circular area with a small table and pole, and a blacklight casting the entire place in a shadowy haze.
She sat me down on the soft seat and climbed on top of me, her breasts practically in my face.
“I love when I get an unusual client,” she whispered into my ear and began to rock her body back and forth.
She started to do her dance, which involved a lot of rubbing against my pants and chest, as well some caresses that were threatening getting in the way of what I came here to do. I had to get her to trust me before I made my move or else she would run out.
The questions could come later.
“We can go somewhere even more private…” She smiled seductively at me.
“Actually, I want to ask you something first,” I said, reaching out to my back pocket. I pulled out more $100 bills. “Then, maybe, we could go somewhere else.”
I showed her the folded bills and placed them between her thong and her skin as she eyed me suspiciously.
“You were on a boat on the night of-“
“No!” she interrupted. Her back straightened and her eyes widened with panic. “I already told you guys. I want nothing to do with this.” Her voice immediately changed, reverting to what I assumed was her normal tone. Gone was the sweet, sultry Sasha.
Sasha backed away from me and took the bills I had placed on her, throwing them at me.
“Wait.” I grabbed her by the wrist just as she was about to stand. “You never spoke to ME. I’m not with them…”
“Then why do you want to know about that night, huh? The police has been all over me, those thugs they sent to my house… I don’t want your money. I just want to forget that night ever happened and go on with my life.”
“I came looking for you because the man who injured himself wants to hurt good people,” I began, realizing that the angle I had been pursuing with Sasha had been wrong from the start.
If she had been interested in money, Chad’s people would have already bought her. And if they hadn’t, they would have terrorized her into silence so she couldn’t be bought by the other side as well.
My only option was to appeal to her sense of justice, if she had any.
She scoffed at my words and rolled her eyes.
“That’s all people like him do, anyway. What’s the story? I didn’t even know he survived that. I thought he blew his brains off.”
Without realizing it, she already told me part of what I wanted to know. The thing was getting her to testify and spill the details to a whole room of people.
“Do you have kids, Sasha? Look, I do,” I said, pulling out my wallet. I took out a picture I got from a frame Lisa had gotten me a while back, showing a beautiful little girl that could perfectly pass as my daughter. “This is my daughter. I’m telling you because I don’t want to hurt you. And that man… he wants to take someone’s kid away. I would die if she got taken away from me.”
Sasha let out a sigh and finally got out of my lap, sitting next to me.
“They tried to pin it on one of my friends. She worked here, too. I haven’t heard from her since. I really can’t have this going on in my life…”
More useful information. I wondered what had happened to her friend. Maybe, if I found her… or her body, I could use that, too.
“Do you think that man is fit to be a parent? To a little boy?” I pleaded. “If the good people I’m working for can’t prove that he’s the one who caused this to himself, he’ll get that kid, and the boy will grow up to be just like him.”
“And how’s that my problem? Even if I tell you what happened, there’s nothing I can do to help whoever is losing their kid.” Sasha shrugged. “I never even wanted to go there that night. I’ve worked for those guys before. It’s always terrible, and the pay doesn’t justify… what we’ve had to do for them. To them.”
The look on her face was a mix of shame and fear, and I really pitied what she had to endure at the hands of Chad and his rich friends.
“My client needs someone who’s willing to testify about what happened. Unless he can prove that what happened was the man’s own fault, he takes his kid away.”
“Then maybe the kid deserves to go with that idiot. Only someone who’s already unfit to be a parent would lose to such a… monster.”
Hmm. There was more here than she was saying.
“Did you know him? Before that night?”
“I know all those guys. My friends… worked for them, from time to time.”
“What would it take for you to tell a judge and jury what happened?” I said, going for the blunt approach.
“You’re kidding, right? Why would a judge care about the testimony of someone like me? They’re rich, upstanding businessmen,” she said with a mocking tone. “I’m just a sleazy whore who happened to be at the wrong time and place.”
“That’s not–“
“And then… what? I get back to dancing and fear that someone will come in and shoot MY brains out? Or wait for my daughter to get out of school and make her disappear as well?”
Sasha stood, ready to finish our conversation.
“My client has money, too. If what you want is a way out… of this life, a better future for your daughter… he can give you that. Start anew, somewhere else. He can get you a better-paying job.”
For a split second, Sasha seemed to think it over. Then she shook her head.
“I’m too old to believe in fairy tales. Who would hire me for anything but this?”
“Tell me you’ll think it over, at least.”
“Don’t come back here,” she said. “Give me your phone.”
I unlocked it and handed it to her.
“It’s under S. Call me, and I’ll call you back.”
Without even glancing back in my direction, she left the room.
When I was about to exit, she returned and picked up the bills she had thrown at me as I watched her.
“I’ve got bills to pay,” she said, and this time, she left for good.
James.
I woke to my phone ringing urgently. Only Tony and the PI could break through the silent mode on my phone, so I knew, either way, it was urgent.
It turned out, I’d fallen asleep INSIDE Becca, so I had to delicately extricate myself from her. I tried not to wake her as I pulled out and rolled to get my phone. It was the PI.
“Just a second,” I whispered into the phone as I stood and grabbed a robe.
My attempts to let Becca sleep were in vain, however, because she rolled on her back and looked up at me. “James?”
“I’ll be back, luscious,” I assured her. “I just have to take this call.”
