Chapter Thirteen
Tommy got up and moved toward the office door. Outside, the men still leered but she noticed that her clothes had been carefully folded and placed on the desk top. She picked up her bra and saw that the cups had been turn inside out. They had gone over the seams, inch by inch, looking for wires or a hidden radio transmitter. She shrugged. Guys just doing their job. It helped her justify the humiliation. They turned their faces as she dressed herself. No harm, Tommy thought. Cost of doing business.
The phone rang. One of them picked up; listened.
Tommy zipped up her dress and picked her shoes from the carpet. “Back in.” The guy jerked a thumb toward the office door. Tommy slipped through, feeling more confident with her clothing in place.
“I made a call,” the old man s
