“Funny. I was thinking the same thing.” I looked at the girl. “How much?”
Their expressions changed. Suspicion. But also interest.
“Don’t play stupid. I heard you through the wall. The bidding. How much for the girl?”
The girl’s eyes went wide. Betrayed. She thought I was another buyer. Another monster.
The men relaxed slightly. “Ten grand. Non-negotiable.”
I pulled out my wallet. Showed them the cash. I’d withdrawn fifteen thousand for my brother’s memorial. Burial costs. Hadn’t spent it all.
“I’ve got ten thousand right here. Cash. No questions.”
They looked at each other. Calculating. Was I a buyer? A cop? Something else?
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