Marta's eyes flicked to the curtain. The fast trade — the real one — wasn't flesh. It was information. Who crossed who. Who disappeared. Who paid to keep breathing.
Marta slid into the booth across from him, her smile a razor nick. "You look like a cop with a stomachache." skin trade fast
Danny didn't blink. "They're here for the same book. Difference is, they'll peel your skin for it. I'll just buy it." Marta's eyes flicked to the curtain
Tonight, he wasn't here for the girls.
Danny stood. "I always am."
She slid a brass key across the table. "Back room. Thirty seconds. After that, you're on your own." you're on your own."
