Chapter Twelve
July Two
5:30 A.M.
Langley was unsteady getting to his feet. Too many beers, he thought. Maybe it was a side effect of the drug Baron had given him. Maybe it was the voice of his conscience. He was suddenly uncertain about doing this deed.
He didn’t have to look back to know that Baron would be egging him on with a wink and a nudge. The madame seemed cruelly indifferent to the whole matter, merely impatient to have the business concluded. His painfully erect c**k had its own definite opinion.
That left only the girl, but she was under extreme duress. She couldn’t be counted on to give honest consent at this point.
He walked to the front of the trestle and stood looking down at the girl, unable to voice his doubts in the form of a question. The girl had been staring at
