it was astonishing, the level of self-importance this man had. Hell, it was probably even true, that Fagin had sent the boys to mess with him. Or at least his particular brand of Daybreak. Certainly not him specifically, she would bet any day of the week.

But that was what he wanted to think. That he was important, and he was in danger, and he he he. And giving that to him could be a fast ticket out of this mess. And maybe she'd walk out with a good share of money, as well. He'd been disgusted at her previous show, the whore all dolled up. So perhaps the best option was to go in completely the opposite direction.

Nancy burst into tears, promptly starting to sob into her hands. Below, her eyes were dry. "I-- I can't tell you! He'll hurt me again, I know he will!"