Chapter 28
The bay door slipped upward and I pulled into my accustomed spot.
“This is your office?” Honey was almost comic in her incredulity. Any amusement I may have felt was tempered by the realization that apparently even Paradise Valley hookers have higher standards than me.
“Would you like me to take you back to your flat?”
“No, I’m sure it’s adequate,” she said, her tone suggesting that adequate was a fluid term, which adjusted to meet the circumstances. In other words it was preferable to being shot and thrown in the river, but only barely.
“What’s wrong with it?” I clicked the remote on my sun visor again, and the door shuddered downward.
“It’s a bit seedy, don’t you think?”
An exotic dancer whose flat could have come straight from the pages of Better Whores and Gardens had
