The three nodded and left him.
Raven wandered up and down the room, thinking. He knew he would have to play his game very carefully.
It was worth the risks. If he slipped up on the Mann Act he was sunk.
He tossed his cigarette away and went into the bathroom to wash his hands. He didn’t feel like sleep. His brain was too active. Quietly he crossed the room and opened the door of the spare bedroom. His hand reached out and groped for the light switch.
Sadie said out of the darkness, “Who is it?” Her voice sounded husky with fear.
Raven turned on the light.
She sat up, holding the sheet close to her chin. Her eyes looked very dark and big and her face was the colour of chalk.
Raven came and leant over the bedrail. “I want to talk to you,” he said quietly.
There was a long pause, then he went on, “How long have you been hustlin’?”
She didn’t say anything.