"Don't make me use it, okay? Scream and you won't be making any more sounds afterward." She looked wild-eyed. "Nod if you understand." It took a minute, but she nodded. "Good," I said. I let go of her mouth. "Get your top on." She looked confused, but she went back into the bathroom and came out more dressed. "What's going on?" "Who's your pimp?" I demanded. "My pimp?" She sounded confused. For the first time I realized she was probably high on something. "Yeah, I need to talk to him." "I don't think that's a good idea." I took the gun out. She let out a stifled scream. "I'm guessing you don't want to get hurt," I said. "The only way you're going to walk out of this room without losing blood is if you take me to your pimp. Now." I cocked the gun. "Okay," she said. "I'll call him." She went over to the phone and dialed. It was a short conversation. The pimp sounded like he didn't want to meet with her in the middle of the day, but she was persistent. She got off the phone, and we left. She directed me through more decrepit parts of this section of the city, and we made it to a three story brick building.
