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more, nothing less.”
    “It really doesn’t matter because I already sent my assistant out shopping for you. I’m going to make sure you have everything you need to stay with me. I like having you around.”
    “You are incorrigible, Agent Turner.”
    “When it comes to you I am,” he answered.
    “Okay, you win this round.”
    His smile lit up not only the small space of the car, but her mood as well. In turn, she gave him her biggest, most genuine smile back. They gave each other a light heartedness that was truly a rare and special thing to enjoy, given their dark occupation. The job they worked could be an overwhelming force of darkness that hung heavy over the average agent but David and Rene weren’t average. They were two people who had found a way to deal with the horrors they witnessed on a day-to-day basis. Neither was willing to let the other go and risk losing the one bit of happiness they had found in their lives.
    “Okay, we are headed to our informant’s house to get her set up on this chat room site.”
    “Do you think she’ll do it?”
    Agent Turner’s face turned impassive and his eyes went cold. “She doesn’t have a fucking choice.”
    Yes, there was a big difference between the FBI agent at work and the sub at home. Being a sub didn’t make him weak in the least. In fact, it gave him strength and power. All he was doing when he submitted to Rene was allowing her to rid him of the toxins he faced day in and day out on the job. He was damn good at what he did and Rene was glad to have him as a partner. She would have his back to the death if needed and the same thing went for her.
    They entered a seedy neighborhood in the west end, pulling up alongside a yard that was strewn with beer bottles and trash. There was a rabid looking dog tied out front that snarled and growled, pulling against his short leash as they made their way up to the door.
    They looked up in time to see an older woman in a tattered dress meeting them at the door. She began answering their question before they were even able to ask.
    “She ain’t here. She’s out in them damn streets.” The woman nodded towards Eighteenth and Wilson, the stroll closest to her house.
    The woman continued talking, “You know her best friend got killed. Some of ‘em is sayin’ her pimp, Reginald, did it but I think it’s that serial killer runnin’ loose, killin’ all these girls. I told her she’s going to end up just like her friend. She sashayed out of here in slutty clothes like she didn’t have a care in the world. I don’t know what it’s goin’ to take to wake that girl up to how dangerous these streets are.”
    “Well, we’re going to look for her on the stroll. Tell her to call us if she gets back before we find her.” Agent Turner held out a card towards the woman and she just walked away muttering, “Hell, she’s a snitch. She’s got your number in her cell phone.”
    Agent Turner was shocked to find out his informant’s mother knew she was a snitch, but not much was kept secret in the streets. Even less could be kept hidden from the all-seeing eyes of a mother.
    The agents made their way back to the car to go look for their informant. Agent Turner heard his partner as she spoke under her breath as if she had sympathy for the prostitute’s plight. “A girl growing up like that doesn’t have much of a chance, not with that many odds against her.”

    Elaine placed a cup of coffee in front of Lisa and sat down in the library’s small kitchenette.
    “I knew this day would come. How did you find me?”
    “My husband’s a cop and I hacked his computer. It seems that he knew about you before I did, though he didn’t bother to tell me. I just guessed he knew who you were when he spewed out your name in a fit of drunken rage one day. I got curious after he let it slip and, after I got on his computer, I found you through some files that he had.”
    Elaine’s hand reached over to cover that of her daughter’s.