Page 354 of Sticks and Stones
“The name eludes me,” he admitted.
Then, he gasped.
“Wait! I think I have a picture of it. I was taking a snapshot of a phone number next to it, and I might have gotten the information in the shot.”
Well, that was the first helpful thing he offered for the whole damn interview.
Getting up, Phillip grabbed his phone, and flipped through the pictures. When he found what he was looking for, he handed it to them.
With a warning.
“I wouldn’t go past this one. There are naked pictures of Lacy and Janice in there. But don’t worry, they sent them to me. I never asked for them.”
They stared at him.
Gene hesitated.
Did he do it?
Did he ask?
Finally, curiosity won out.
“Who are they?”
The man grinned wickedly.
“You know…Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s girls. They are my usuals.”
Jesus.
This kid was insane.
If those girls ever found out about each other, he’d be their next case—well, Corbin’s if he went back to work.
Instead of going there, Ethan snapped the picture of the kid’s phone, and made it bigger on his phone to magnify the board.
“It’s next to that number,” he said, pointing at the one he meant.
Gene read what he was directing them to see.
‘For a good time, call Chrissy, five-five-five-two-one-five-three.’
“The one that says call for a good time?” he asked, shocked that this guy was stooping that low as to picking up women off a giant community board in a quad.
Especially since it was likely some douchebag posting it because a girl turned him down.
Clearly, the kid had no qualm with owing it.
“Listen, if you don’t take all the leads, you miss out on some fun shit. Chrissy was fun and now she is Monday’s girl. She’s into some kinky shit. Then again, old guys wouldn’t be into that.”
Gene actually stared with his mouth open.
Old?
Guys?
What the hell was this?
