CHAPTER FOUR
"Paula Moore," Sammy said aloud as he sat in his car in front of one of the larger hotels. He was to meet her in the cocktail lounge and wait if she wasn't there.
She's probably like the rest, he thought as he walked through the revolving door and headed toward the bar. Sammy had seen twenty-four girls during the week, and none of them were beautiful, though some were attractive. He wondered how they got the prices they asked for. Even the better looking ones wouldn't be accepted in any beauty contest, that was for goddamn sure, he thought.
In a moment he entered the lounge and waited for his eyes to adjust to the blue darkness. There were two men sitting at one end of the long bar, glancing at a single girl who sat near the center. Their conversation was half whispered, bu
