.. trace all that family money, too."I assume," she said to Zeus, "that we don't want this slime ball to escape to some cozy tropical retreat and get ...way with it. Christ ... he could even have a new crop of girls sent to his new hiding spot." Good thinking, Artemis," I said. "What shall I do with the money?" I don't know," she replied. "It's not ours no matter how rotten this guy is." It's not?" asked Martinez. "He's in the same category as the guy who sold him the girls, isn't he? ... And. He is tall and thin, and keeping his head down, as if he doesn’t want to be seen on camera. She is taller, and wide. Not fat, just big – wide shouldered, powerful. She has a stern face, that coupled with her build makes her look like the kind of woman who could scare the living daylights out of Venus Williams!She speaks in voice-over, her voice strong, clear and confident. Not harsh, but not exactly soothing either. A voice suited to arguing legal matters. “My name is Olivia Barnard, I’m 41. No matter what, though, I’d promised my Mom that I wouldn’t do or sell drugs.Why did I promise her that? Simple answer: She died of breast cancer. By the time the doctors caught it, she was already in Stage 4. Nothing they could really do for her. I made her that promise on her death bed, right before I started High School.Dad took Mom’s death really hard. He soon found himself at the bottom of a whiskey bottle, every damn night. Luck of the Irish? What a fuckin’ joke!If you want to know what. I should have been excited about this new chapter in my life. Instead I just felt hollow, empty, and worthless. Again, my mind drifted back to that horrible night. After the ugly fight with David, my evening had only gotten worse.That nagging little voice inside my head echoed in the recesses of my consciousness and she sounded remarkably like my mother. You were a total whore, but did that make you feel better? Did you get even with him? Everything you did with them?I hated that voice and I.