Have to know what to look for or you'll never see it. Now let's see the real one or we're done here." I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd talk to me other...ise." She digs in her purse and passes me another. Kimberly Lynn Peters, age 17, but all else the same."Okay, that's a good girl. Nothing says we can't talk. Might draw the line past that, but we aren't there yet. And just so you know, this is all being taped. Nothing personal, but a working girl can't be too careful." I understand and respect. “I mean, we knew the guys from the Army he had brought over to his group, but I had absolutely no idea about any of those other guys,” she emphasized her point with a straight punch to the dashboard above the glove compartment while Tim chose to stay quiet and concentrate on the upcoming on-ramp.The screech of tires from several directions was the first clue of something out of the ordinary. Tim looked in the rear-view mirror to witness a large, black Suburban crossing a couple of lanes and. The Prince of Dolareido sat upon her throne, a luxurious leather office chair, and leaned forward with her elbows on her desk. Behind her, a glass wall was the only thing that separated the room from the hundreds of feet to the street beneath them. Every so often, she turned her chair halfway toward the glass and gazed out over the city. In the center of the Elysium, the South Side district was full of lights from the nightlife, and she let her eyes wander over the beautiful dance of it all.The. . a member of the oldest profession." A prostitute," she corrected, very seriously."Okay, have it that way. A prostitute. But a very special human being. When she died, I had two thoughts. One, that I'd had my chance. I'd had, what, two years, two and a half years, with my soul-mate and she'd been taken from me. That was it. But two, I couldn't just give up, because I'd promised to look after my soul-mate's daughter. It was a duty, a responsibility, though a good one, because it was a link to.