Chapter 7 · free to read
The soi does not gossip. The soi maintains records.
For about ten minutes it was the best day the soi had had all season.
Somebody had left an envelope of them at four stalls. No note. No name. Just the pictures.
By closing, four stalls had taken their bets down. He hadn't spoken to a single one of them. He didn't have to.
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