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can’t back it up, is to listen to my gut.”
    Rene listened as her partner talked. She was curious to see if The Librarian was in the chat room.
    “She’s here,” Rene informed him. She began phishing to see if she could get a conversation started with her.
    “Hello,” she typed in.
    “Hi, are you new?” one of the regulars asked.
    “Yes, my doctor gave me the site address and an invite.”
    The Librarian immediately bit, “Would that be the Avenger ?”
    “Yes…”
    “You must have been hurt pretty badly to be referred by him.”
    “Yes, I’m terribly embarrassed to admit that I had to be hospitalized after my last beating.”
    “Oh honey, you’re at the right place to get support from people who have been in the same situation and understand what you’ve been through.”
    “As much as I appreciate the support, I don’t want that anymore. I want out. I can’t take any more abuse and before he kills me, or I…well, never mind.”
    “Let’s go over to a private room to chat,” The Librarian suggested. Rene knew then that she was onto something.
    Bingo, she mouthed in her partner’s direction.
    David scooted up to watch the screen as they talked.
    “I’m just scared I might do something to him. I don’t know how much more I can take.” Rene typed in.
    “Do you have any family you can stay with?”
    “I have no one. That’s the problem. I can’t move because I have nowhere to go. You know the funny thing about it is if he died in a car wreck or something, I would be an instant millionaire. The bastard was stupid enough to take out life insurance policies on us both. He thinks I don’t know but he did it back when he served in the military and just kept paying on them. I wonder at times if he keeps mine active so he can cash in on my death.”
    “Not if he dies first,” The Librarian typed in.
    “That’s true… very, very true.”



Chapter Fifteen
     
    Angel sat under the bus stop awning and toyed with her phone. She was glad Rene had gone ahead and used her street name as her handle in the chat room. It would be easier to remember if she was fucked up and that was the case most of the time.
    She hadn’t made any money yet and suddenly the bright idea of trying to hustle that do-gooder librarian the agents were trying to get her to set up was looking more inviting.
    She made her way onto the website and typed her profile name and password into the phone, glad she had paid attention when Rene had set it up. It couldn’t hurt to get the lay of the land so to speak. Damn it, the woman wasn’t signed in. Of course, at two o’ clock in the morning, she wasn’t really expecting her to be.
    She pondered just how much she could get out of these people on the site. Her own apartment would be nice and they would probably buy her groceries too. If she played her cards right, she might be able to get them to pay her bills and she could still hustle on the side. There was the minor problem that she wasn’t in an abusive relationship but she could bang her face up on her own to make it look like she was. Yes, the prospect was sounding better and better as the rain pelted down around her. She’d take a couple of days and think on it before she made her move.
    “Hey girl, you want to party?”
    She looked up to see that Reginald and his dimwit friend had pulled up in front of the bus stop. She twirled the wad of gum around her finger and eyed them with skepticism.
    “Word is that you killed your old lady.”
    “I didn’t kill that bitch. You don’t see me behind bars, do ya?”
    She giggled, “Whatcha got to get high on?”
    “Meth and pot.”
    “Yeah, meth and pot,” Reginald’s friend guffawed with a goofy grin.
    “Yeah, I guess so,” she answered, sauntering over to the car. “What’s your name?” she asked as she eyed Reginald’s friend.
    “Bobbie,” he answered as he got out so she could sit between them. For a second she wondered about that, the way they put her between