Chapter Twenty Six
As Riley made her way through the bar, she felt horribly exposed.
I might as well be n***d, she thought.
On her way here, she had bought uncomfortably tight shorts, cheap shoes, and some makeup. She’d stopped at a gas station and changed in its restroom. She’d known better than to try to look like a youngster. She knew from her visit to Hank’s Derby that lot lizards ran the gamut of age, weight, and looks.
Of course, the shorts revealed her muscular legs. She wondered whether hookers ever went to the gym—a real one, not like Jaybird’s outfit.
Probably not, she guessed.
Tottering along on spike heels that severely restricted her movements made her feel especially vulnerable. If she had to run or fight, it would have to be barefooted. And to make matters worse, there
