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drove straight to the Minnesota Strip."
"What's that?"
"A place you'll probably never see. It's sort of a sex supermarket, full of
prostitutes of all ages and all sexes."
"Allsexes? I know of only two."
"Well, there are the in-betweens. Let's see& how do I put this& guys who've
been changed on top you know, breast implants and hormone treatments on the
skin but remain fully equipped below& they're a hot item on the Strip."
"Wonderful."
Will shrugged. "They're a pretty pathetic crew down there, but personally it
doesn't bother me. Whatever gets you through the night. But when the pimps
start putting kids out for the chicken hawks "
"Chicken hawks?" This is like a new language, Alicia thought. "What's that?"
"Most times it refers to gays who cruise for very young male prostitutes, but
I use it for anybody, straight or bent, looking for too-young stuff."
"Chickens," Alicia said, feeling queasy. "Young, tender, defenseless."
She looked at Will. So clean-cut, almost boyish-looking with that short blond
hair; his job put him in almost daily contact with humankind at its worst, yet
he seemed to have remained untainted somehow.
"That's what they like. And Floyd Stevens is one of them. I followed him. He
knew exactly where he was going in fact, I think he must have called ahead,
because there was somebody waiting at a corner with avery young-looking girl
when he pulled up. The kid got into the car and the two of them drove away."
The bread stick crumbled in Alicia's hand as her anger flared. "And you let
him?"
"Of course not. But I didn't want to complicate things by nabbing him
myself didn't want that lawyer raising any questions of entrapment or
harassment so as I followed him into the dock area, I patched through to a
couple of guys I know on Vice. They waited till he parked, snuck up on him,
and caught him in the act."
"Wow will someone take him off the streets?" she said, brushing the crumbs
off her lap.
"He is off the street. At least for the time being. He's locked up, charged
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with having sex with a minor."
"And that's your good news? Another poor kid was molested by this creep?"
"Don't you see?" Will said, looking a little hurt. "He's not going to walk
away from this one. Now he's got two sexual molestation charges in one week.
He can't threaten or buy his way out when the witnesses are cops. He's going
to be too busy defending himself to go after you. You're off the hook."
& Off the hook &
Alicia slumped back against the padded back of the booth as the truth of
Will's words seeped past her anger at Floyd Stevens.
"Oh, my God," she said softly. "You're right. He can't say he never touched
Kanessa. Can't say I imagined it all and overreacted."
"And best yet," Will said. "He's going down for last night. He's going to do
time."
Alicia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt as if a small planet
had been lifted from her shoulders.
"Thank you," she said, looking at Will. She felt a sudden burst of warmth for
this man, this good, good man. "What you did is above and beyond duty. I& I
don't know what to say." Impulsively, she reached across the table and
clutched his hand. "Thank you."
He shook his head. "Nailed a perv and helped a very special lady out of a
jam. Trust me. The pleasure was all mine."
Alicia realized that Will had cupped her hand in both of his. She couldn't
pull away now& and wasn't sure she wanted to.
The waiter's arrival with the wine broke the spell.
Will made a big display of aerating the tasting portion of the Chianti,
checking its legs, sniffing it, swirling it in his mouth, doing everything but
gargling with it, then he swallowed and puckered his face into an awful
grimace.
"This is swill!" he told the waiter. "Take it out back and pour it down a
storm drain!"
The waiter snorted. "Yeah," he said with a crooked smile. "Like you'd know."
He poured Alicia a glass, then casually added more to Will's.
"I'm like Rodney Dangerfield here," Will said, shaking his head. "No
respect."
"With beer, you maybe got credentials," the waiter said. "But wine?
Fuhgheddaboudit."
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