“You need a lift?”
Another hesitation. “You a cop?”
“I’d have to tell you if I was, wouldn’t I?”
“Yeah,” she drawled, taking a long pull at her smoke. “But they don’t always do.”
“Come on. You’re getting soaked.” Kane pulled out the hundred-dollar bill he’d folded around five ones. It didn’t matter that it was all the money he had left—it wasn’t like he planned on giving it to her. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
The hooker’s eyes flashed to the wadded-up notes. She scanned both sides of the street and then lifted her chin. “Got to be back here in twenty minutes.”
Perfect — her pimp hadn’t come by to collect his earnings yet. Meant she probably had a kay, if not more, on her. Pretty thing like her, maybe even two kay. That she was working in the rain meant she had regulars to satisfy.
And now him.
“I only need ten,” Kane said to himself as she made her way around the car. Her long legs ate up the distance easily, despite her heels. A gust of wind ripped the hood from her head, sending her shoulder length black hair flying.
“Mmm…” He tapped a finger against the steering wheel as she opened the door. “Make that fifteen.”