Page 90 of Icy Cold Death

In fact, since the ladies of the night knew all the happenings on the street as hookers did, they got some of the local gossip.

Sue them.

They used them for information.

The ladies in the cage weren’t afraid to talk to other ladies, and they did—especially when they told them that a cop was holding them without reading them their rights.

They.

Made.

Friends.

Since they weren’t from this area, they got the local information to keep them one step ahead of the douchebag.

So, they asked about any missing hookers since that was a good place to start. They asked if any of the ladies had lost a friend.

They hadn’t.

It was a small town, so that was out. Only, the hookers had a gem for them.

It seemed that the local news had been playing one story, and only one story as of the last few days.

A rich lawyer’s wife had gone missing, and everyone, including the husband, had gone looking for her.

Hmmm…

Tori was wondering if one of the bodies that had been recovered was hers.

They also discovered that a few months back, a string of missing women had hit the city, and the cops hadn’t been able to find hide nor hair of them.

It might be because the cops were dumbasses, but hey, what did she know?

Well, they would definitely be working this. By now, company was coming to back them up.

She had no doubt that Bethany would complete her mission and lead her husband right to her.

The dead were good like that.

Once anchored, they could find you anywhere.

Oh, the shit was going to hit the fan. Wait until she got out and found a reporter.

Tori was singing like a jailbird.

Only, they had to get to that point yet. So far, they were just jumping through hoops at the detective’s directive.

His ass was grass.

As the four women were led into one room, and then handcuffed to the loops on the table, like criminals, the temperature in the room dropped.

Exponentially.

It got cold.

Dead cold.

Ruh-roh.

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