Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 57

The girls had all run to the front door, waving and calling to me. I waved back and said hello. I recognized all but two of the girls. New additions, I suppose. Rosie seemed to collect them like stray cats.

Kerri stepped up beside me at the edge of the porch steps as Rosie shooed the girls inside. She grabbed my elbow and spun me around to face her.

"Jake, can I ask you a question?"

I nodded.

"Have you brought me to a whorehouse?" she asked with total indignation.

I nodded again slowly. What the hell could I say?