"I understand Hank and I'm not doing anything bad." Tell me what your problem is and maybe I can help you, how serious isit?" he asked."It's very seri...us and I think it involves the police department. Do youremember about a year ago a model named Natalia Breshnakov beingmurdered?" she asked."Of course I do, every guy in the city was in love with her, why do youask?" Because I work for the same modeling agency she did and I know for afact that the woman in charge gives drugs to the girls. When. It would have been impolite of Jamie to stepback even if the man's dominating presence this close was making himfeel more than a little uncomfortable. Uncomfortable and aroused.Usually his flirts were very offhand, a game between gentlemen where thearousal, the open sexuality of the situation often came quite late inthe game after polite sparring and an extended exchange of subtleremarks. Not so this time. The man radiated control and to his surprisethe man's presence made Jamie hard. A quick. She'd been puton the cleansing diet, the stuff all the girls referred to as steel-wool. Actually,it didn't taste all that bad, sort of like candied fiberglass. Eating it wasbetter than the alternative, which was being strapped to a bed and having itpumped into your stomach through a tube. Blue knew a lot about the Gaths because she'd taught herself how to read,unlike most of the fuck-bunnies in this place. While those pea-brains wereplaying computer games or screwing the boys, she'd been. Even wooden shoes clattered. I strained for the thief’s bare feet running. The quick slap-slap.Rising out of the cacophony, my ears identified a pair of slapping steps to my right. I changed my direction of running. I leaped over another short street onto the opposite rooftop. People shouted from below as I raced across the roofs, honing in on the slapping footsteps. They slowed, the thief relaxing, thinking she had eluded me. The steps grew to a confident strut.I had her.I raced across a.