Cassie backed up a step, knowing the woman was crazy enough to slice her throat from ear to ear. “Okay.”
She turned on the shower and washed the sweat, dirt, and stench of men from her body. It had been days since she’d taken a hot shower. God, it felt good.
A fist pounding against wood startled her. “Get out of there now. I need to color your hair.”
Cassie shut off the water and grabbed a couple of towels. One she wrapped around her body and the other, her hair. She stepped out and Darla stood by the sink, gloves on her hands and the foam hair dye at the ready.
The coloring took a half hour, and the next time Cassie looked in the mirror her hair was dark. The darker shade made her look sickly. She didn’t recognize herself.
Darla stared at her, smiling. She fisted a few pills from her pocket and handed them to Cassie. “Here’s your treat.”
“What’s this?”
“Oxy.”
Cassie swallowed the pills and soon her worries faded. She slipped on a yellow dress and a pair of high heels. As she moved around the room, she twirled. She felt like she could do anything. Hell, even the colors looked brighter. For the first time in weeks, she was happy.
Darla hovered by the window peering out, taking a big pull from her cigarette. When the john’s car pulled up, she stepped back and put out her cigarette. She moistened her lips and opened the door to a tall man wearing a real nice suit. Three gold rings winked from his thick fingers. The letters embossed on his neatly starched shirt cuffs told everyone he had class.
Darla pulled Cassie forward by her elbow. “Smile.”
Running her tongue over her teeth, Cassie flipped her hair out of her eyes. She smiled like Tony had told her. “You want a date?”
The man studied her closely. “Run your hands through your hair.”
“My hair?”
“It’s dark, like you requested,” Darla said. “Show him your hair.”
With trembling fingers, Cassie carefully brushed her dark hair over her shoulder. “You like it?”
More silence, and then, “It’ll do.”
“I want five hundred more,” Darla said. “Cost me money to get her ready.”
“We agreed on one grand.”
Darla didn’t flinch. “Five hundred more.”
The man hesitated, then reached in his pocket and peeled off five one-hundred-dollar bills. He handed them to Darla, squeezing her hand when she reached for the money. “For twenty-four hours,” the man said. “And if you go to the cops, you’re dead.”
Cassie looked at Darla. “You said an hour.”
Darla gently brushed the wisps of hair from Cassie’s eyes like she was sending off her daughter to the prom. “It’ll be the best twenty-four hours of your life. All champagne and caviar.”
She’d never eaten caviar and didn’t want to try it. She wanted a hit. Twenty-four hours. “Yeah, sure.”
He took Cassie by the elbow and led her to a dark, shiny car with tinted windows. He opened the front passenger-side door for her, and she slid onto the soft leather seats. When he closed the door, she flinched. Seconds afterward, the locks fastened with finality.
Her stomach churned as she became aware of the faint scent of aftershave mingling with cinnamon. An odd combination, she thought as he drove, in no rush. A glance in the side mirror caught Darla standing by the open motel room door, shoving the money in her pocket and turning away as if she’d forgotten all about Cassie.
The girl squirmed. A bad feeling knotted in the pit of her stomach. “Where are we going?”
“To a party.”
“A party?” She tamped down the rising panic. She’d been to a lot of parties. “You have a name?”
He tapped a ringed index finger on the steering wheel. “Lenny.”
“Lenny. That’s a nice name.” Sometimes the johns were nicer if you used their names. “I’m Cassie, Lenny.”
“Cassie.”
The lights of the city began to move faster and faster past the window as the car picked up speed, heading out of town. “Where’s this party?”
“In a private place.”
She hitched her chin up a notch. “You paid Darla for twenty-four hours. That includes transport.” Always good to watch the time carefully. Johns were always trying to squeeze a little extra for free.
“We aren’t going far, Cassie.”
She shifted in her seat, her fingers absently running over the door handle.
“It’s a nice place,” he added. “You’ll like it.”
The good thing about a cheap motel was that there were lots of people who could hear her scream if necessary. But where they were going, Cassie wouldn’t be heard. Oh shit, this can’t be good.
Riley arrived home to the shower running and the radio in Hanna’s room blaring.
“Hanna, you need to hurry. We have to get to school. The bus leaves in an hour.”
“I’m almost ready,” she shouted back.
Riley retrieved the DVD from her room and shoved it deep in her purse just as Hanna came out of the bedroom hauling a large suitcase.
“I might have packed too much,” Hanna said.
“Don’t worry about it. Better to have too much than not enough.” She checked her watch. “Ready?”
“Yeah. You look tense. You okay?”
“It’s the case. Sorry.”
“You’ll solve it. You’re good at that kind of thing.”
Was she? “Thanks.”
Hanna opened her bag to double-check a few items. “What was in the package that came yesterday?”
Riley’s breath stilled. “Nothing important.”
“You looked a little upset.”
“I wasn’t upset.”
Hanna shook her head. “Bull.”
“I wasn’t upset. And there was nothing that important in the package.” Truly, at this point she liked the idea of Hanna leaving for a few days and being away from all of this. Whoever was out there knew about Hanna.
“All packed and ready to go.”
As they moved to the car, Riley asked, “Tell me again, when does the bus arrive in Atlanta?”
Hanna rolled her eyes. “We’ve been through this a million times.”
“Try a million and one.”
“It’s a twelve-hour drive. We arrive after dinner. Check into the hotel and then our meet starts the next day.” Hanna dumped her bag in the backseat.
“You’re going to have fun.” She dug in her back pocket and handed Hanna $200 in cash. “Take this.”
“I have money.”
“I know. It’s in case of emergency or if you see something fun.”
Hanna glanced at the money as if she didn’t feel she deserved it. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I know. I want to. This is going to be a good time for you, and I don’t want you counting pennies.”
Hanna hugged Riley. “You’re the best.”
Riley held her tight. “Be careful.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sunday, September 18, 10:45 a.m.