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Milk and Honey
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2019
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The girls began to reach into their purses.
Decker said, “Don’t bother. I believe you. I’m a very trusting fellow.”
The girls eyed each other. A black-and-white pulled up at the corner. Decker showed his badge and waved the cruiser away.
“Say what, Detective,” said Fingernails. She was gazing at her feet. Her spiked heels gave her at least six inches of height. A wonder she didn’t need a balancing rod to walk.
“What’s your name, honey?” Decker asked.
“Anything you want,” Fingernails answered. The other hookers laughed.
Decker’s eyes bore into hers. “What’s your name?” he asked again.
“Amanda.”
Decker stared at her for another minute. He asked, “And how long have you and your girlfriends worked the area?”
“You gonna bust us, or what?” asked the plump white girl.
Decker said, “That all depends.”
“On what?” asked Amanda.
Decker said, “On if you cooperate.”
“Watchu want?” Amanda asked.
Decker smiled.
Amanda said, “C’mon. I’ll do you in the back alley.”
“Do what?”
“Do what you want,” Amanda said.
“What do I want?” Decker said.
Amanda’s eyes clouded. “I ain’t saying no more.”
“I’m not here for badge pussy, Amanda,” Decker said.
“Then what do you want?” asked the white one.
“A little help.”
The girls were silent.
Decker said, “Question number one: Any of you know a lady named Myra Steele?”
More silence.
“Aw, c’mon, girls,” Decker said. “Where’s your sense of civic duty? Besides, the longer I hang around, the more I drive away your business.”
“Why you hassling us?” said the one with the earrings.
“’Cause you guys are the first streetwalkers I saw,” Decker said. “And I love leopard skin.” He eyed the white girl. “What’s your name?”
“Chrissie,” she said.
“Chrissie,” Decker repeated. “Glad to know you, Chrissie. You know Myra Steele?”
“I might.”
“You know she was beat up pretty badly?” Decker asked.
“I mighta heard something like that.”
“Oh, and what else might you have heard?” Decker said.
“Don’t say no more,” Amanda whispered.
“You have something to share with us, Amanda?” Decker said.
“I didn’t say nothing,” Amanda answered.
“You know, Amanda, I hang around, it’s your pockets that are goin’ empty. Your man gets pissed off at you, not me. See, I’ve got time. I’m paid to do this.”
“Bully for you,” said Amanda.
Decker asked the girl with the earrings, “What’s your name?”
“Maynona,” she said.
“Maynona’s a nice name. Can I call you May for short?” Decker asked.
“I don’t give a shit.”
“Good,” Decker said. “I’ll call you May. Did you know Myra Steele, May?”
“Maybe.”
“And maybe you know she’s still in the hospital?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe you also know who her pimp might be?”
“Maybe I don’t.”
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