Chapter ElevenThe address led to a hotel in Manhattan. Not a nice place — not the Plaza or anything even close. Apparently, Mr. Fremont preferred to hide out at an establishment that charged little and asked fewer questions.
A couple of working girls displayed themselves near the entrance. Both looked tired and in no mood to do their jobs. But they had to work whether they wanted to or not. For them, it meant food on the table or a fix to keep sane or money to pay off the enormous debt that got them started on the streets in the first place. Whatever the reason, the result never changed — get to work.
As Nathan left the car and walked toward the building, he wondered how close he might be to living in their world. Octavia’s final lesson taught him one thing for certain — he had lost his
