Блейк Пирс - A Trace of Vice стр 2.

Is that why you have those bruises, because he treats you like a woman?

She tried to catch Lanies eye in the mirror but her friend refused to look at her directly.

He was just upset, she said. He said I was ashamed of him and thats why I didnt introduce him to any of my respectable girlfriends. But the truth is, I dont really have any friends like that anymore. Thats when I thought of you. I figured if you two met, it would be a double whammy. Hed know I wasnt hiding him and youd make me look good because I have at least one friend whos, you know, got a future.

They hit a pothole and Sarahs thoughts were ripped back into the present. Dean was pulling into a parallel parking spot on a seedy street with a row of small houses, all with bars on the windows.

Sarah pulled out her phone and tried for the third time to send a quick text to her mom. But she still couldnt get any reception. It was weird because they werent in the boonies or anything; they were in the heart of Los Angeles.

Dean parked the car and Sarah put her phone back in her purse. If reception was still bad in his house, shed use his landline. After all, her mom was pretty understanding, but going hours without giving a courtesy call was definitely against family rules.

As they walked up the path to the house, Sarah could already hear the thumping beat of music. A tingle of uncertainly coursed through her body but she ignored it.

Dean banged loudly on the front door and waited while someone inside undid what sounded like multiple separate locks.

Finally, the door opened a crack to reveal a guy whose face was hidden under a mass of long, unkempt hair. The strong smell of pot wafted out and hit Sarah so unexpectedly that she started coughing. The guy saw Dean and gave him a fist bump, then opened the door wide to let them all in.

Lanie stepped in and Sarah stayed close behind her. Blocking the foyer from the rest of the house was a large red velvet curtain, like something out of a cheesy magicians act. As the long-haired guy relocked the doors behind them, Dean pulled back the curtain and directed them into the living room.

Sarah was shocked by what she saw. The room was packed full with couches, love seats, and beanbag chairs. On each of them were couples making out and in some cases, doing much more. All of the girls looked to be Sarahs age and most looked drugged up. A few even appeared to be passed out, which didnt stop the guys, all of whom looked older, from doing their thing. The vaguely unsettled feeling shed had walking up to the house returned, but much stronger now.

This is not a place I want to be.

The air was thick with pot and something sweeter and stronger that Sarah didnt recognize. Almost on cue, Dean handed Lanie a joint. She took a long drag before offering it to Sarah, who declined. She decided shed had enough of this place, which looked like the set of an old porno.

She took out her phone to order an Uber but found she still had no reception.

Dean, she shouted over the music, I need to call my mom to let her know Ill be late but I cant get a connection. Do you have a landline?

Of course. Theres one in my bedroom. Ill show you, he offered, once again flashing that broad, warm smile before turning to Lanie. Babe, would you get me a beer from the kitchen? Its that way.

Lanie nodded and headed in the direction hed pointed and Dean motioned for Sarah to follow him down a hall. She wasnt sure why shed lied about needing to call her mom. But something about this situation made her feel like it wouldnt be well received if she said she wanted to bail.

Dean opened a door at the end of the hall and stepped aside to let her enter. She looked around but didnt see a phone.

Wheres your landline? she asked, turning back to Dean as she heard a door lock. She saw that hed already turned the deadbolt and was attaching the chain lock near the top of the bedroom door.

Sorry, he said, shrugging but not sounding apologetic at all. I must have moved it to the kitchen. I guess I forgot.

Sarah weighed how aggressive she needed to be. Something was very wrong here. She was in a locked bedroom in what appeared to be something close to a brothel in a seedy part of Little Armenia. She wasnt sure how effective calling him out would be under the circumstances.

Be sweet. Act ignorant. Just get out.

Thats okay, she said perkily, lets just go to the kitchen then.

As she spoke she heard a toilet flush. She turned to see the bathroom door open, revealing a huge Hispanic guy wearing a white T-shirt that rode up on his enormous, hairy belly. His head was shaved and he had a long beard. Behind him on the linoleum floor of the bathroom lay a girl who couldnt have been more than fourteen. She had on only panties and appeared to be passed out.

Sarah felt her chest tighten and her breathing get shallow. She tried to hide the growing panic she felt.

Sarah, this is Chiqy, Dean said.

Hi, Chiqy, she said, forcing her voice to remain calm. Sorry to cut this short but Im just headed to the kitchen to make a call. Dean, if you could just unlock the door for me.

She decided that instead of trying to find the kitchen, where she doubted shed see a phone anyway, she was heading straight for the front door. Once outside, shed flag someone down for a ride. Then shed call 911 to get help for Lanie.

Let me get a better look at you, Chiqy ordered in a gravelly voice, ignoring what shed said. Sarah turned to see the massive man eyeing her up and down. After a moment, he licked his lips. Sarah felt the urge to vomit.

What do you think? Dean asked him eagerly.

I think we put her in a sundress with pigtails and we got a solid earner here.

Im going to go now, Sarah said and hurried over to the door. To her surprise, Dean stepped aside, looking amused.

You used the dampener so she couldnt call or text? she heard Chiqy ask from somewhere behind her.

Yep, Dean answered. I watched her real close. She tried a lot but never seemed to get a connection. Did you, Sarah?

She fumbled with the chain lock and almost had it off when a huge shadow suddenly blocked out the light. She started to turn but before she could, she felt a sharp thud on the back of head and then everything went black.

CHAPTER ONE

Detective Keri Lockes heart was pounding. Even though she was in the middle of a huge police station, she tuned out everything around her. She could barely think straight as she stared at the email message on her phone, refusing to believe it was real.

The words were simple but their meaning was colossal.

For six long weeks, shed been waiting for this, hoping against hope that the man she suspected had abducted her daughter five years ago would reach out. And now he had.

Keri slid her phone away on the desk and closed her eyes, trying to stay composed as she attempted to wrap her head around the situation. When shed first uncovered the contact information for the man known only as the Collector, shed set up a meeting. But he never showed up.

She reached out to him to find out what happened. He indicated that she hadnt followed the rules but hinted that he might get in touch in the future. It had taken all of her discipline and patience not to try to contact him again. She wanted to desperately but worried that if she came on too strong, he would get skittish and dump the email address completely, leaving her no way of ever finding him, or Evie.