She nodded instantly. The choice was simple: sell one night of pretense or sell the rest of her life.
I didn’t mention Chase. Not yet. She wasn’t ready for that.
But if she worked the circuit here in Mistwood, she’d have seen or heard something. Girls like her were invisible to the powerful but saw everything.
She’d be useful, if I could earn her trust.
“One last thing,” I said, firm again. “You sleep on the couch. No funny business. If you cross a line, the deal is off.”
Bianca nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”
I headed to the bathroom to shower.
As soon as the door closed behind me, Denis linked in.
“We’re all settled,” he said. “Lance has an interview tomorrow, beachside bar. Temporary gig, good cover. I’m still figuring out where to plant myself. Somewhere I can hear things, maybe a
