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for a donor kidney and transplant. I’m sure you know how expensive that can—”
    He flung an arm through the air near her face to cut her off. “Shut up! You think I’m a fucking idiot? You’re twice as beautiful as any model I’ve ever seen. Syracuse is like the backyard of the Apple, the capital of the model agencies. You expect me to believe that you’re such a dummy that you would choose the mean streets of Hollywood instead to raise the bread you need?”
    She said firmly, “Please, don’t use up my time. Listen to the truth. My figure is too full for modeling. I was tricked into coming west by a small-time con man with a stolen Mercedes and fake diamonds. He promised to get a large loan on one of the valuable properties he owned in Vegas to solve my money problem.” She paused to heave a dramatic sigh. “All he really owned was several thou and a sucker system he was certain could beat the roulette wheel at the Sands. He busted out. He went to jail when he tried to sell the Mercedes with a phony pink slip to an undercover cop. I came to L.A. this morning.”
    In a long silence, he scrutinized every plane of her face for a lie tic. Her eyes were wide and unblinking. Compulsively, he thought about Rucker even as he decided he couldn’t bust her.
    She thought, This bastard’s dick rules him like any other trick. “Sweetie, you’re not going to book me?” she said softly.
    “No, I’m gonna fuck you into a coma…Bitch, don’t ever call me sweetie again,” he replied in a voice hoarse with heat.
    He moved the wagon into traffic. Her junkie gut quivered and knotted to remind her that she needed a fix.
    Within fifteen minutes, Crane parked and they entered a motel room. She said, “I have to use the bathroom.”
    He sat on the side of the bed. “All right. We’ll take a shower together when you finish,” he said, as he craned his neck to see that the bathroom window appeared to be too narrow for her escape. He fidgeted. Maybe that window is wide enough.
    Inside the bathroom, she took a cellophane packet from her bosom. It contained a small glassine bag of cocaine and another, nearly empty bag of heroin. She quickly snorted the H and dropped the empty bag behind the radiator. An instant later, Crane’s cop instinct had brought his eye to peer at her through the keyhole.
    She removed her shoes and stuffed the cocaine into the toe of a shoe. He watched her sit down on the stool to pee before he went back to sit on the bed.
    He searched her purse and found a Skye Olsen ID. He was certain that she was a drug user. He’d find out what drug was in the shoe toe. He had absolutely no desire for H addicts, no matter how beautiful. If he found her H dirty, he’d bust her for prostitution and possession of the skag. He could conveniently revise the true scenario with her in court.
    Shortly, she left the bathroom, carrying her shoes. She smiled as she came to sit beside him on the bed. She placed the shoes on the carpet between them. He placed a hand on her thigh and fixed his eyes on her face. “Are you wanted in the U.S. of A. for any capital crime or crimes?” he asked.
    She moved away from his hand. “Shit, no, cop!”
    “Are you a heroin addict?” he said as he leaned to push up the sleeves of her dress past her elbows.
    “No! Fuck this inquisition, man! If you don’t want to have some fun, bust me,” she loudmouthed as she sprang to her feet.
    He stood and pushed her back onto the bed. He glanced at her shoes. He saw alarm in her eyes. He sat down beside her and picked up the shoes. “These are jazzy. Are they lizard?” She nodded. He put an index finger into the stash shoe and pulled out the bag of coke. He opened it to smell the contents. He dumped a line of it onto the back of his hand. He greedily snorted it away. He closed his eyes for a long moment and swayed. “Sweetheart, you’ve just made a friend. This shit is almost pure!” he uttered in an ecstatic whisper.
    She stood, with