She stretched her arms and hands to get some blood flowing back into them.“I’m not hiding anything,’ she said. “I don’t have anything.”“...air enough,” Thibodeau answered.She decided to push her luck.“When do I get to tell my side?” she demanded one again as she rubbed her wrists that had been made raw by the cuffs.“When I say so,” Thibodeau growled. “Have you had anything to eat yet today?”Roxie shook her head.“I didn’t think so,” he said.Thibodeau walked to a little room adjacent to the office. My family is sitting over on the other side. Why don't you join us?" She looked at me like I had grown antlers, but I just reached for her hand and said, "Please?"She studied my face for a moment, I think she may have been searching for some sign that she was being set up. Then she took my hand and stood up, pulling a small backpack out from under the bench and slinging it over her shoulder by one strap. I realized then it wasn't a pack but a pack-style purse. I'd seen them in some of the. “Hey,” he said as his eyes filled with recognition, “you’re Rachel, right?”“I am…” I said with a smile, completely lost for how to carry on a conversation with this man. “You shot me down just a few days ago,” Tom said, “pretty adamantly, actually.”“Sorry,” I said blushing, “I was just…”Let’s put some confidence in those words, Rachel Lucy said in my mind, You’re not an innocent catholic schoolgirl anymore.“…really hungover.” I lied, before gesturing to my two female companions, “Tom this. A hooked me up with one of them for the weekend.Her name was Keesha and she belonged to a pimp named Diamond Doug. It was a stupid name and he knew it, laughed about it. A stupid-assed white man's name, he'd say, then laugh again. Mr. A delivered me himself, six o'clock Friday night. I shuddered as we drove into the neighborhood. Most of the businesses were abandoned. The ones that were open had thugs standing around outside, laughing with each other and drinking 40's from brown paper bags..