Moira spent her morning calling the escort service numbers she’d copied from Jimmy. He’d probably have a cow if he knew, but she hadn’t lied to him when she said her story wouldn’t interfere with his case. Part of her hoped she’d hear and recognize the mystery woman’s voice at one of the services, but life wasn’t that easy.
She’d planned to speak to whoever answered the phone at each place and ask about possible employment. If she could at least get an interview, it would get her foot in the door. She could find women to interview anonymously. Unfortunately, with the exception of the first, each of the numbers led to a generic voice mail stating nothing more than the phone number.
But before she could get ahead of herself, she had to develop a plan. She had to become someone other than M
