Chapter Two
“So, man, what you think?” Tito asked the heavyset, jowly man who sat on the opposite side of the booth. “That worth it?”
Detective Spooner shrugged. “She’s a nice-looking little piece,” he said as he looked over the pictures of a pretty, wholesome-looking blonde. She had short, straight blonde hair that didn’t quite reach to her shoulders, and a face that somehow made him think of the Midwest. From the pictures, he couldn’t tell what color her eyes were. They’d all been taken from a little too far away, and the lighting was a little too dim.
“Oh, man,” Tito chuckled. “Them pictures don’t do her justice. She’s got these nice, big t**s and a nice, round little ass. But don’t you go thinkin’ she’s fresh off the farm. I don’t know where she’s from, but I can tell you that under
