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He lifts me and turns me so I’m sitting on the bed. Then he pulls a radio from his jacket pocket and calls in the crime.
    I can’t hold back the tears any longer. And when he puts me into the back of his partner’s police cruiser I let them flow.
    ***
     
    The asshole cop books me and tosses me into a cell with three other hookers. Two I know. Sylvia and Megan.
    I sit on the edge of a bench and they walk over.
    “Hey cunt. Nice to see ya in here. You know Fileze is still in the hospital because of your sorry ass,” Megan says.
    Sylvia chimes in . “Yeah, stupid Cadence can’t even fuck the right guy.”
    They both laugh.
    The third prostitute looks terrified.
    “This is Nikki. She’s new. First night and her last, I’m sure.” Megan strokes the girl’s shiny black hair. “Sure are pretty though. Fileze woulda loved you, prolly even made your ass his pet.”
    Sylvia laughs. “Just ask Cadence here. She was Fileze’s pet. Until she thought she got too good for him and decided to bail. It was good while it lasted though, wasn’t it?”
    I don’t acknowledge her. It was good—at first. Until he started to make advances and think that being my pimp meant he could fuck me anytime he wanted.
    Nearly fifty percent of the girls who decide to become prostitutes end up quitting, strung out on drugs, or dead. You have to be tough to deal with this life. And beyond tough, you have to know how to shut yourself off.
    That’s the only reason I’ve survived as long as I have.
    Until fucking John Cruze.
    “You know wh en Fileze gets better he gonna to come after you?” Megan says, pulling little Nikki’s hair and making her cry harder. “Yeah, I heard from Amberlee, who heard from Saundra, who heard from Jimmy Stix that Fileze is already planning ways to kill you.”
    “Ugh, special,” I say , feeling a headache coming on.
    “Oh, it is. I have a couple of suggestions as well. Hope I’ll get to share.” Megan pushes my shoulder and I fall back onto the concrete floor.
    I stand quickly. “Don’t fuck with me, Megan. I’m not in the mood.” I walk to the door and shake the bars. “I want my one phone call.”
    Detective Small Prick walks over and unlocks the cell door. He lets me out and walks me down a hall, up some stairs, and through several electronic doors to an office with a phone on the edge of the desk.
    He pushes me into a hard wooden chair. “Don’t try anything, bitch.”
    I dial Jessica’s cell phone number.
    The detective is watching me . He sits down next to me and strokes my knee.
    I try to ignore him. The room is small, quaint. White walls. Empty. A computer sits at one end of the desk. Papers and folders are scattered around. There’s a box of half eaten donuts and a half empty cup filled with coffee near the phone.
    Pick up. Pick up. Pick up , I think. My silent pleas go unanswered. I get Jessica’s voice mail.
    “Shit.” I hang up.
    The detective leans in and whispers in my ear. “Maybe you can work off your bail money.” He peeks around the room and then continues, “There’s an interrogation room over there. It’s available.” His hand moves up my thigh. “We can slip in, slip out. No one will know. In a few days I’ll set you free.”
    I shake my head and try to keep calm, but I’m freaking out. I’m so fucking sick of men thinking they can do whatever they want to me. What the fuck has happened to my life? I’ve got no one to call and no money.
    How did I ever think I could be anything but what I am? It’s all I know.
    And I’d be okay with that if I hadn’t had that one night with John and then the next several nights with Zane. For different reasons they both ruined me.
    The detective grabs my breast and I quickly dial a number—his number. The number I memorized even though I swore I’d never use it.
    “Hello, sweet Cadence. This is a surprise.”
    “Um, yes. Hello Zane. It seems I’m in a bit of a jam.”
    “A jam, huh? What’s going on?”
    I can’t help