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Authors: Roger Hobbs, Eric Beetner, Patti Abbott, Sam Wiebe, Albert Tucher, Christopher Irvin, Anton Sim, Garrett Crowe
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reckless stage of this new hobby. He might be s eeing two or three women a day.
The negotiations took hardly any time.
“Gifts in the two-hundred-dollar range are appreciated,” she told him.
“That’s fine. The Savoy Motel?”
That surprised her for a moment, but it shouldn’t have.
“You understand,” he said, “Current political factors make it necessary for me to stay out of Warren County for matters like this. Don’t soil the nest, you know what I mean.”
“Of course.”
“I hope you know that this situation won’t last. It’s an unfortunate necessity.”
Fucking us and then arresting us , Diana could have said but didn’t. Unfortunate, yes. Necessity, I don’t know.
“Whatever you need to do,” was what she did say.
As long as that included paying her.
The Savoy was five minutes away. She seldom used it anymore, and mostly for a few clients who dated back to her earliest days, when she hadn’t known enough to maintain a bigger privacy zone. But the client’s money talked, and if it said the Savoy, the Savoy it was.
She arrived two minutes early and got out of the car. Before locking the door and committing herself, she looked around. She didn’t like what she saw.
The problem was a dark Lexus sitting in the far corner of the lot. Most men who bought sex parked as close as they could to the sanctuary of the motel room or office. The windows of the Lexus were also fogged, as if someone was still in it.
There was a first time for everything, but she had never seen the cops use a car like that on stakeout. Somehow that didn’t make her feel better, and she decided to listen to her instincts.
She got back into her Taurus and thrust the key into the ignition. She started the engine and tried to back up. The tires of the Lexus screeched as the luxury car accelerated into her path. Three doors flew open. Porterfield’s two young thugs lurched out onto the blacktop. The two young men ran toward her, as she put the transmission in drive and wrenched the wheel. If she could make her turn circle tight enough, she could get to the exit before they got to her.
She missed, and had to stop and try to reverse. The transmission stuck for a moment in neutral. In that moment one of the young men yanked her driver’s door open and grabbed her bicep. He had a painful grip.
That’s what I get , she thought.
She should have gone to the mechanic right away. Reaching for the manual door lock had been one thing too many while sh e was doing everything at once.
Porterfield climbed out of the Lexus and strolled up to her with that insufferable look on his face.
“We’re going to take a ride.”
“Mr. Howard is waiting for me.”
“Let him. He’s already seen two of your colleagues today.”
The young man pulled her out of her seat. He and his twin marched her to the Lexus and pushed her into the back seat. The same young man joined her in the back and this time clutched her right arm. He seemed to enjoy inflicting pain, which didn’t surprise her.
The other young man drove. Should she learn their names? She was seeing a lot of them. Porterfield turned his body in the passenger seat to look at her.
“I need you to do something for me.”
She ignored him. She would find out soon enough what he wanted, and right now she felt like annoying him. He turned away.
They drove south on Route 15 and picked up I-80 west. That told her what she needed to know. Three exits later they left the interstate and pulled into the pa rking lot of the no-name motel.
The three men climbed out. Diana didn’t feel like cooperating, but the driver came back to open her door and pull her from the seat. Again the two bodyguards pinned her between them. They walked her toward a room around the side of the square building. Porterfield took a key card from his suit coat pocket. He inserted it in a room marked 117.
“In,” he told her.
He turned to the two young men. “Wait outside.”
Inside the room the lights
The negotiations took hardly any time.
“Gifts in the two-hundred-dollar range are appreciated,” she told him.
“That’s fine. The Savoy Motel?”
That surprised her for a moment, but it shouldn’t have.
“You understand,” he said, “Current political factors make it necessary for me to stay out of Warren County for matters like this. Don’t soil the nest, you know what I mean.”
“Of course.”
“I hope you know that this situation won’t last. It’s an unfortunate necessity.”
Fucking us and then arresting us , Diana could have said but didn’t. Unfortunate, yes. Necessity, I don’t know.
“Whatever you need to do,” was what she did say.
As long as that included paying her.
The Savoy was five minutes away. She seldom used it anymore, and mostly for a few clients who dated back to her earliest days, when she hadn’t known enough to maintain a bigger privacy zone. But the client’s money talked, and if it said the Savoy, the Savoy it was.
She arrived two minutes early and got out of the car. Before locking the door and committing herself, she looked around. She didn’t like what she saw.
The problem was a dark Lexus sitting in the far corner of the lot. Most men who bought sex parked as close as they could to the sanctuary of the motel room or office. The windows of the Lexus were also fogged, as if someone was still in it.
There was a first time for everything, but she had never seen the cops use a car like that on stakeout. Somehow that didn’t make her feel better, and she decided to listen to her instincts.
She got back into her Taurus and thrust the key into the ignition. She started the engine and tried to back up. The tires of the Lexus screeched as the luxury car accelerated into her path. Three doors flew open. Porterfield’s two young thugs lurched out onto the blacktop. The two young men ran toward her, as she put the transmission in drive and wrenched the wheel. If she could make her turn circle tight enough, she could get to the exit before they got to her.
She missed, and had to stop and try to reverse. The transmission stuck for a moment in neutral. In that moment one of the young men yanked her driver’s door open and grabbed her bicep. He had a painful grip.
That’s what I get , she thought.
She should have gone to the mechanic right away. Reaching for the manual door lock had been one thing too many while sh e was doing everything at once.
Porterfield climbed out of the Lexus and strolled up to her with that insufferable look on his face.
“We’re going to take a ride.”
“Mr. Howard is waiting for me.”
“Let him. He’s already seen two of your colleagues today.”
The young man pulled her out of her seat. He and his twin marched her to the Lexus and pushed her into the back seat. The same young man joined her in the back and this time clutched her right arm. He seemed to enjoy inflicting pain, which didn’t surprise her.
The other young man drove. Should she learn their names? She was seeing a lot of them. Porterfield turned his body in the passenger seat to look at her.
“I need you to do something for me.”
She ignored him. She would find out soon enough what he wanted, and right now she felt like annoying him. He turned away.
They drove south on Route 15 and picked up I-80 west. That told her what she needed to know. Three exits later they left the interstate and pulled into the pa rking lot of the no-name motel.
The three men climbed out. Diana didn’t feel like cooperating, but the driver came back to open her door and pull her from the seat. Again the two bodyguards pinned her between them. They walked her toward a room around the side of the square building. Porterfield took a key card from his suit coat pocket. He inserted it in a room marked 117.
“In,” he told her.
He turned to the two young men. “Wait outside.”
Inside the room the lights
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