“What did you bring me tonight?”
The man glanced at his Buick behind him, and his gaze fell on the silhouette sitting in the passenger seat. “A redhead.”
“Perfect.”
The man reached into his jacket pocket and handed Stepp a bag of a white powdery substance, matching the man’s skin tone and lack of pigment in every visible strand of his hair.
Stepp shoved the bag into a satchel slung over his shoulder as his dealer whistled three short bursts. The albino’s Buick door opened, and the redhead exited the car, swinging her hips as she approached the two men.
“Amber, this is Mr. Stepp. Please make sure you take good care of him tonight.”
Stepp let his gaze eat up her black thigh-high boots and fishnet stockings.
“Bring her back in one piece,” Rhino said, noticing Stepp lick his lips.
Ambe
