Rainey relaxed into the bucket seat, content to admire the molten colors gilding the austere landscape as the sun slid behind the hills. Still trying to process all he'd told her, she asked, "Did your mother's pimp try to get you back?" "No, even if Rock had known I was with Trevor, he couldn't have traced me. It's a furtive, cash-only kind of business. Neither buyers nor sellers use real names and addresses. From Rock's point of view, I just vanished. He might well have decided I wasn't worth bothering with—I was almost too old to appeal to the pedophile trade." Rainey shuddered. Even Kenzie's supreme detachment couldn't reduce her horror at the life he'd been forced into. "Do you have any idea what happened to Rock? A really long jail sentence would have been nice." "A couple of years after I escaped the life, Rock was knifed to death in a bar. I wouldn't have known, except by then I was doing well with my reading lessons, and my tutor had me reading a daily newspaper. Rock was just a small story on a slow news day." "How did you feel when you saw he was dead?" His mouth tightened.
