Chapter 15
As the three drove through the humid blanket of an Atlanta summer night toward the fleshpots of Cheshire Bridge Road, Frank was thinking hard.
What the hell had he gotten into here? In less than forty-eight hours, he’d gone from a simple guy with a simple life to tearing all over one of the biggest cities in the country, wrapped up in some international slave ring, with a woman who’d turned his life inside out a couple of times already. Now she was doing it again.
Still, he had to admit that part of him enjoyed this. An older part, the one that used to hurt people for fun and profit. The danger was exciting. Different from leaning on small-time pimps, bar owners, or yuppies living beyond their means.
Time to fess up, at least to himself. He was having fun. And having Yvonne
