You Do What You Have To - 39

 

 

"So one of the people who works for Yours Truly saw you somewhere, thought you'd work well here, and brought you in?" Micky asked.

 

Alex snorted. "How stupid are you?" He instantly cowered away. "I didn't mean that."

 

"Hey, when it comes to this kind of thing I am stupid—or at least clueless." He gently patted Alex's shoulder. "So relax. I'm not going to do anything more than quiz you."

 

"And tell me a secret."

 

"That too. Back to my question. How did you end up here?"

 

"I was snatched, against my will, and taken to this place. Not this place." He pointed down. "To a house where they…they taught me how to be obedient. How to be good to men who wanted full-out sex with me, not just a blowjob." Tears welled in his eyes. He wiped them away. "They were going to hook me on drugs, like they did some other kids, and send me back to the streets to work for them. But these dudes came to the house. I guess one of them owns it. The bossman looked some of us over then picked me and another kid and told his guys to send us here."

 

Micky nodded. "Do you know who they were?"

 

"Maybe?" Alex said slyly.

 

"I want to help you, Alex, but it's a trade off. I need their names."

 

"What do I get in return?"

 

"I get you out of here."

 

"How? Didn't you see the men when you came in? They watch us like hawks. No way can you sneak me out."

 

"I'll figure something that'll work."

 

Alex cocked his head. "Was that your secret? Are you a cop or something and you need me as a witness?"

 

"Are you going to yell for them to come in if I say yes?"

 

"Fuck no! Not if you think you can spring me. I hate it here. I hate them. Do you have a gun?"

 

"No. Just a working brain—I hope."

 

"Me too. Okay, those guys. One was called Harley. I don't know the other man's whole name but this Harley called him Mac."

 

Mac. Mackenzie. And Robin said his enforcer was Harley.

 

"That's just what I needed to know. Thank you."

 

"So now what do we do?"

 

Micky frowned, trying to come up with a plan. Then he remembered something Robin had said. "There has to be a washroom here. Right?"

 

"Yeah. A couple of them on this floor for the clients and a small one for us to clean up after."

 

"Do any of them have windows?"

 

"Not ours. I don't know about the client ones." Alex shook his head. "Never got to visit them."