Lucy stared at the detective like she had six heads.
‘No f*****g Way!’ she insisted frankly, too stricken with terror to care about anything except saving her own skin. ‘This isn’t some back alley pimp you’re asking me to set up! She’s a professional killer! If she finds out that I’m even here, then I’ll be found first thing tomorrow morning with a bullet in my head!’
‘Okay, okay, I promise you,’ reassured the detective.
‘You were never here, we’ve never met before. But please, tell me everything that you know, and I’ll take care of the rest.’
Lucy was still terrified. But having spent the last two years together, she knew that Susan cared far too much to let anything happen to her. And so in spite of her better judgement, the hooker decided to tell the detective everything that she
