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them to spot the truth.
    Nothing we can do otherwise." Gabe shrugged and turned back to his computer screen.
    He had reports to finish and chatting with Chaz wasn't going to write them.
    He heard the scrape of Chaz's chair. "Still sickens me, and I want to shove my fist down the pimp's throat. The john's too, since they paid for the sex."
    Gabe squinted at the screen, the words blurry as his vision filled with memories of his mother, Dianna. He wished he'd done the same thing to the man who provided the heroin that killed her. Maybe his mother would still be alive.
    Chaz wasn't finished. "Here's an example. Check out this one. Olivia Sanchez, age twenty-three. Says here she has a kid. A little girl who's only seven. Bet within ten years the girl will be on the street selling her body."
    Gabe glanced at Chaz, who continued to read the arrest report. They were familiar with Olivia Sanchez. She was one of the small numbers who stuck around Portland rather than head north to Seattle or south to California. She had a rap sheet, mostly prostitution. Each time she swore she only sold her body for sex because of her child and promised she'd be done with criminal activity.
    Of course, no one bought her claim she'd turn straight. They rarely did.
    Maybe a little chat with Ms. Sanchez was due. "Is she in holding? Or has her pimp bailed her out already?"
    "Nah . . . her pimp probably isn't up yet. It's still morning. You want me to have Dickens bring her up, and we have a little interrogation?"
    "Sure. Wouldn't hurt. Throw a little scare into her and make her think about her little girl for once."
    Chaz picked up his phone to ring the jail. While they waited, Gabe returned to his report, yet his mind kept wandering back to yesterday.
    He still didn't have her name. He'd been too busy this morning to ring Gavin and find out who his friend was that left interesting tokens behind.
    He smiled as he recalled the look of pleasure on her beautiful face as he'd brought her to a climax. She was a beauty with her long black hair and exotic looks.
    Dark brown eyes that had flared in anger when she'd discovered Gabe there instead of Gavin. Plus, those hot, smoking long legs. When she'd wrapped them around his waist yesterday afternoon . . .

    He glanced over at Chaz, but he was busy reading reports between grimaced sips of the newly poured cup of lukewarm coffee. He wasn't sure why his friend didn't make a new batch of brew.
    They'd worked together for a while, and normally Gabe shared his personal life with Chaz, but something in him wanted to keep the info a secret until he knew more about the dark-haired beauty. He hoped Gavin would give him her phone number.
    Not that Gabe didn't date, but it'd been a while since he felt the urge to make love to a woman. Something about her yesterday had sent him out of control. Watching her come had almost set him off like a rocket. Then the blasted phone had rung. If the caller hadn't been Chaz to update him on a case, he'd have let it ring.
    By the time he'd hurried through his call and gone back outside, Mystery Lady had taken off. He'd cursed a blue streak. She'd left before he learned her name and obtained her phone number.
    The door swung open and a woman with shoulder-length dark hair paused in the doorway, a jail guard at her elbow. Olivia Sanchez stood barely stood five-feet three inches tall. Her eyes flashed wariness as she glanced around the room.
    "Come on in, Olivia." He motioned for her to sit in the chair across from him.
    She gave him a slight smile, no doubt recognizing him from earlier "visits" to the Portland Police Department. She slid silently into the chair, with a nod of acknowledgment to Chaz, a curious expression on her face. They didn't usually bring hookers up here. She probably wondered what was up.
    Gabe leaned forward and tapped his pen on the desk, considering his words. She gazed back at him with eyes that spoke of maturity learned early on the tough streets.
    "This is your fifth