Chapter 22The sky was beginning to turn grey. Houses along the street, sparse naked trees, and the shadowy forms of cars parked in driveways became easier to see. The world was filling with a dull light. Miranda stared out the window of the pickup, wondering where this trick would take her. She was tired. The bottle of Cisco she had drunk the night before had left in its wake a dull throbbing at her temples and a churning queasiness in her stomach. Every once in a while her stomach gurgled and Miranda pictured bubbles in a test tube.
She looked to the east, where over rows and rows of identical houses, the sky displayed a band of pink to mix in with the grey.
Soon the sun would be up and she would be at this trick’s house, making money. And this one was weird! To start off with, he’d mad
