From Chapter 1
Wes handed her a business card, wrapped in a ten. It disappeared deep within her palm, crushed into a hidden package. “Tell her she can call anytime.”
“Asshole, you cain’t save her. Cain’t save any of us.”
“You buyin’ or preachin’?” The pimp crowded her out of Wes’s car window, glared down at him. He pulled the butt of a gun, just enough to show, from his pocket.
“Not a problem. Just window shopping.”
The man pounded on the roof of Wes’s car as he drove away. “Get outta here, Preacher-Man.” Then he laughed, shoved his hand deep into the woman’s top, and fished out the ten she’d hidden there before pushing her back toward the curb.
